Programmed Behind

I think with my eyes cemented

To a flickering screen

A thirty second segment, fragmented

Programmed behind the masks...

And what do I absorb?

A question never asked

And I will never be in control

Of this constant intake

Of visual attacks

I cannot take time to process

While these images still bombard me

Say goodbye to the floor beneath me

There's no way your rope

Could reach me

Bite the hand that needs you

Smash the screen that feeds you

Biting the hand, smashing the screen

And finally I slipped out

Of the sattelite's reach

To come a long way from

A corrupt program leech

I think with my eyes opened and closed

At the same time