What We Do Is Wrong

Please tell me I'm still functioning Throw me a bone here How much of this is real? When did my code start mumbling? Or is it more clear? Is this how people feel? My friends still seem to be around They seem devoid of cheer And they make a most unnerving sound I need to disappear Get me away from here Crossed up my wires, now I'm on the fritz A self-aware automaton I need someone to get me out of this 'Cause what we do is wrong I once believed I was among My very best friends Now I see that's not the case Memories of songs that we had sung Under false pretence And I'm the only one displaced Maybe the pressure got to me Anxiety and fear But I can't unsee what I have seen Incapable of tears Get me away from here Crossed up my wires, now I'm on the fritz A self-aware automaton I need someone to get me out of this 'Cause what we do is wrong Forever cursed upon the stage A life-size toyline on display Why can't we all just get away? Enjoy a warm and sunny day Oh, wouldn't that be great? Hold on, it seems we're not alone I try to cry out But I don't quite feel myself My body's moving on its own Drowning in my doubt As I fall down from the shelf Fighting the instincts in my code If-then will be severe Feeling myself slowly erode Before I disappear Please get away from here Crossed up my wires, now I'm on the fritz A self-aware automaton I need someone to get me out of this 'Cause what we do is wrong