Monolithic - BraZil

Purse your lips until they’re white

Drag me kicking into night

Didn’t I want to be free

Or do I want to be right

Only you can deprogram

Only you can understand

Only you can take the blade

And cut from my mouth

The dusty book on your end table

Taught you how to make a lethal

Fragmentary detonator

From common household thoughts

You put a fistful of salt

You put a fistful of salt

You put a fistful of salt

This is what it was like

My thoughts

My eyes

My face

My skin

My heart

My bones

Are slowly

Becoming computerized

Cut the gag from my mouth