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