purse your lips until they're white 

drag me kicking into night 

didn't I want to be free 

or do I want to be right 



only you can deprogram 

only you can understand 

only you can take the blade 

and cut [the gag] from my mouth 



the dusty book on your endtable 

taught you how to make a lethal 

fragmentary detonator 

from common household thoughts 



you put a fistful of salt [in my eyes] 

this is what it was like 



my thoughts 

my eyes 

my face 

my skin 

my heart 

my bones 

are slowly 

becoming computerized