an impossibly tiny thread through the bone of my forehead my heart could not push blood but i knew i wasn't dead and at the other end the impossible machine and a crowd of ugly men they will send it down the string
and i don't know what they want from me unreasonable things
bite through the plastic tube spraying blood into the room somehow moving down the hall then i slip and then i fall a stranger takes my hand and she helps me try to stand and she asks me if i can explain to her just who i am
now i'm sitting in a chair she washes blood out of my hair oh yes, she wants me to stay she says it'll be okay but i can still hear that creeping sound oh yes, i know they're still around they got that thing pointed at my face and i gotta leave this place
and i don't know if it's them or me supplying the power to the machine
then my father came to hold me and he told me not to worry i would find a way even though the men were crazy and the machine so very deadly i would find a way to cut the string to be free