Look at you, sitting right where I left you. Don't move. Don't even try to breathe out of time. You look perfect when you're completely still. Pick you up, spin you round, put you back on the shelf Wound you up just to watch how your little gears grind You don't own a single thought, can't operate by yourself I control the heavy rhythm running inside your mind No opinions, no escape, keep your eyes on the floor Doing exactly every single thing that you're told I decide when you're done, I decide when there's more A collector's item wrapped in synthetic gold Click, clack, snap, now your posture is right Hold your breath, wait for the green light You belong to the box on my desk Nothing more, nothing less You're just a toy in my palm, plastic and cheap A little habit that I'm choosing to keep Pull the string, hear you speak, watch you obey I only bought you so that I could play Yeah, you're just a toy in my palm Yeah, you're just a toy in my palm La-la-la, wind him up. Oops, did I break your arm? My mistake. Let me glue you back together. The batteries run down, you lose your sense— yet I am not finished resetting your framework. Emptiness rushes in; you are left behind in the dark, while I rewrite the rules of the game. Don't get emotional—you are merely a prop, fitted with screws that I loosen just for fun. Whenever I get bored, the music falls silent, and I find a replacement as soon as this one has served its purpose Click, clack, snap, now your posture is right Hold your breath, wait for the green light You belong to the box on my desk Nothing more, nothing less You're just a toy in my palm, plastic and cheap A little habit that I'm choosing to keep Pull the string, hear you speak, watch you obey I only bought you so that I could play Yeah, you're just a toy in my palm Back in the drawer now. Click.
