Language of the Lost

in the city of the dead

i lay stuck inside my bed

the house burns down around me

the language of the lost

pouring from their open mouths

nobody can hear a thing

suddenly i'm breathing in the smoke

surrounded by the bodies

as i'm tugging on my chains

i'll be swallowed by the flames

freedom dripping from the sink

i don't need forgiveness

i just wanna talk and for you to listen

i know i'd only raise the suspicion of my cause

my burns they throb to the beat of your heart

am i a robot or a doll?

am i anything at all?

maybe a soul like me

doesn't even need to know

am i big or am i small?

hunching over standing tall?

i lost my identity

oh so very long ago

software update, reinstall

scary things i can't recall

making the best of it

never even knowing why

on my knees i try to crawl

fire breaking in the walls

calling out for somebody

knowing i'll get no reply

as i woke up from the dream

i had lost all self esteem

the burning home had cowed me

i thought that i was safe

now i'll never be the same

tossed aside for making a scene

do i know who i pretend to be?

of whom am i a copy?

yes it made me who i am

but i'll never understand

why it had to happen to me

temperament or sickness?

holler all you want, no one ever listens

if only i had raised my suspicion of the cause

would you have noticed it at all?

if i'm a robot or a doll

am i anything at all?

maybe a thing like me

doesn't yet deserve to know

am i big or am i small?

hunching over, standing tall?

i lost my identity oh so very long ago

ones and zeros

true or false?

reset system to default

faking the rest of it, but i can't remember why

on my knees i try to crawl

fire charred collapsing walls

crying out for somebody

there is no one to reply

not robot nor a doll

i'm not anything at all

i'm just and entity finding out the way to go

but these fingers and these palms, full of love despite the scars

they show indisputably

i have so much more to grow

oh, i can change i can evolve

i can get up when i fall

i'll live contentedly

i don't need a reason why standing tall and standing strong

i have found where I belong in the arms of somebody

there is no more need to cry