who i am doesn't matter i have to blend in it's just so much simpler to wear this false skin i have to careful not to show through the seams or i'll be detected by emotion machines i only permitted 30 words a day spoken and most of the time i use them on slogans at night in the sky i stare at the stars and know that they're tracking me through the birthwire in my arm our masks have no features they're faceless and plain no smile of pleasure no wince of pain into the framework i'm electronically woven every morning i wake and drink obedience potion i won't color outside any of the lines you'll make sure i stay within the guidelines sometimes i wonder why we need this disguise then i remember it's a world of lies