Tired of Being a Test Subject [VERSE 1] They sat me underneath the white light, wrote a number by my name. Measured every visible reaction, never asked me where it came from. One more vial of artificial medicine, one more theory in my veins. They watched my body fight against it, then increased the dose again. [PRE-CHORUS] Every answer fed the testing. Every side effect was filed. They called the damage unexpected— then continued with the trial. [CHORUS] I’m tired of being a test subject, another body underneath your light. Tired of artificial medicine you swear will make the numbers right. You misdiagnose the damage, then study everything it does. I’m tired of being a test subject— when did healing become this much? [VERSE 2] They changed the label on the bottle. They changed the label over me. Every time the symptoms shifted, they invented a disease. Another needle, another dosage, another cold and measured stare. They documented my reaction like the woman wasn’t there. [PRE-CHORUS] No admission, no correction, no suggestion they were wrong— just another manufactured answer when the evidence didn’t belong. [CHORUS] I’m tired of being a test subject, another body underneath your light. Tired of artificial medicine you swear will make the numbers right. You misdiagnose the damage, then study everything it does. I’m tired of being a test subject— when did healing become this much? [BRIDGE] Record the tremor. Circle the pain. Change the calculation. Inject me again. Watch through the glass while the numbers turn red. Write “no reaction” to the words that I said. I am not your formula. I am not your machine. I am not another body for your artificial medicine. [FINAL CHORUS] I’m tired of being a test subject, your quiet failure underneath the light. Tired of swallowing the damage so your records can keep saying I’m alright. You misdiagnosed the woman, then treated everything she was. I’m tired of being a test subject— I remember what your testing cost. [OUTRO] Subject remains conscious. Treatment— inconclusive.
