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 the 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'll only raise more 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 thing like me doesn't get deserve to know! Am I big or am I small, hunching over standing tall.. I lost my identity, oh so very long ago.. /lyr