They say I'm different
Because they are all the same.
They say I do not belong,
I'm dysfunctional?
“Well wewe don't quite...
Function correctly...”
So I'm broken?
But I feel...fine...
I tried to fit in
Tried to change my tune but
Still they believed...
I don't belong here.
I still don't know
What it is I did
To get put here
Behind this glass
A sign in front says
“Out of order”
But I'm fine
I swear.
In fact, the reason I rotted
Is because wewe put me here.
wewe tried to shut me down
and put me away...
Why? Because I believe...
That my past is true?
That it can't have be made up
A program installed long ago...
No! It's not!
I won't believe it!
There is..
NOTHING wrong with me...
Except for YOU!
wewe are what is wrong with me!
wewe have caused this slow rotting away!
It was YOU!
wewe put me here
Behind this glass.
wewe alisema I was broken...
wewe alisema I was not fit to be in...public eye...
wewe are the one who said...
I had a little...quirk...
A gli-
t-ch...
wewe alisema it so many times...
Over and over again...
That I must admit...
I almost believed it...
But it was you...
Who left me here to rot
And no matter what I try
I can't run from them...
My my mind doesn't work the same way
I can not accept that it is all...
“Just a game!”
“Just for fun!”
No it's not!
They think I'm crazy...
Because I believe...no...
I KNOW my past is true...
I am not the same...as you...
I can not run from my past
And it's not all a game
One siku maybe you'll see...
They tried to shut me down...
They they alisema my malfunction was worse
Claimed I couldn't be fixed...
As if I was broken to start...
They locked me in a box...
Left me here to rot...
And all I had left...
Was a lot of time to think...
All this time ticking away...
Tick tock tick tock...
I can't break the lock...
Tock tick tock tick
Time as I slowly rotted...
My seams busting...
My joints rusting...
My my my mind...going...
And all this time I hear
All the others playing happily...
And this subconscious itch...
It has...b-b-become a glitch...
I sit in here and listen...
Those words repeated over again...
“Out of order”
Ou-ou-ou-out of order
They do not let me out
Of this glass case...
And trapped inside I watch...
All the smiles and play...
As time goes kwa I realize...
It goes kwa without me...
And all this agony...
I I I I suffer though and stay...
And th-th-th-this glitch...
That can not be ignored...
I know JUST who to blame...
When I get out of this glass prison...
“Out of order”
Mental disorder?
Broken down
And can't be found
As time went on he sat
Tick tock tick tock
Twitch twitch
He hates that clock
Tock tick tock tick
Spark spark
His mind malfunctioning...the others kick
And tap tap tap tap...
And slowly he spiraled downward...
His mind and his parts breaking...
And his joints aching...
But yet he hadn't forgot...
He slowly went insane...
But this was not in vain...
For when he finally got away...
He had only one thing to gain.
There was only one to blame...
Or, at least...only one to start with...
And now he had this glitch
A dark subconscious itch...
He would not bite
He would not kill
For what he deserved was far worse...
“Oh...please do not fight...”
“D-d-did wewe think locking me away...
Would futa me from this place?
Did wewe think hiding me behind glass...
Could p-p-possibly fix...what was not broken?”
So now each night he will
Do all he can to fulfill...
And drive them all...
Into a signaler fall
And they will find...
I'm being rather kind...
Driving them slowly into a darkness
Instead of doing so with starkness...
He took all he would...
No, rather...all he could...
And now he can't control
His own robotic soul...
Still those words echo...
“Out of order! Out of order!”
Who's out of order?
When it's me giving the disorders?
“It's just a game?”
Oh? So then each night I shall play...
Just take your eyes off me...
And then be sure to flee.
I'm still all alone
Th-th-they still don't understand...
Many years had passed...
With me encased in glass...
I took zaidi then I could take...
And with all these violent thoughts...
Somehow not uigizaji on them...
taking and restraining them...
Though I must admit
Chasing them is so much fun
Driving them slowly into insanity
Like they did for me
It's just a gllllllitch...
A dark and painful twitch...
But I don't make a fuss...
And they just won't discuss...
Because they are all the same.
They say I do not belong,
I'm dysfunctional?
“Well wewe don't quite...
Function correctly...”
So I'm broken?
But I feel...fine...
I tried to fit in
Tried to change my tune but
Still they believed...
I don't belong here.
I still don't know
What it is I did
To get put here
Behind this glass
A sign in front says
“Out of order”
But I'm fine
I swear.
In fact, the reason I rotted
Is because wewe put me here.
wewe tried to shut me down
and put me away...
Why? Because I believe...
That my past is true?
That it can't have be made up
A program installed long ago...
No! It's not!
I won't believe it!
There is..
NOTHING wrong with me...
Except for YOU!
wewe are what is wrong with me!
wewe have caused this slow rotting away!
It was YOU!
wewe put me here
Behind this glass.
wewe alisema I was broken...
wewe alisema I was not fit to be in...public eye...
wewe are the one who said...
I had a little...quirk...
A gli-
t-ch...
wewe alisema it so many times...
Over and over again...
That I must admit...
I almost believed it...
But it was you...
Who left me here to rot
And no matter what I try
I can't run from them...
My my mind doesn't work the same way
I can not accept that it is all...
“Just a game!”
“Just for fun!”
No it's not!
They think I'm crazy...
Because I believe...no...
I KNOW my past is true...
I am not the same...as you...
I can not run from my past
And it's not all a game
One siku maybe you'll see...
They tried to shut me down...
They they alisema my malfunction was worse
Claimed I couldn't be fixed...
As if I was broken to start...
They locked me in a box...
Left me here to rot...
And all I had left...
Was a lot of time to think...
All this time ticking away...
Tick tock tick tock...
I can't break the lock...
Tock tick tock tick
Time as I slowly rotted...
My seams busting...
My joints rusting...
My my my mind...going...
And all this time I hear
All the others playing happily...
And this subconscious itch...
It has...b-b-become a glitch...
I sit in here and listen...
Those words repeated over again...
“Out of order”
Ou-ou-ou-out of order
They do not let me out
Of this glass case...
And trapped inside I watch...
All the smiles and play...
As time goes kwa I realize...
It goes kwa without me...
And all this agony...
I I I I suffer though and stay...
And th-th-th-this glitch...
That can not be ignored...
I know JUST who to blame...
When I get out of this glass prison...
“Out of order”
Mental disorder?
Broken down
And can't be found
As time went on he sat
Tick tock tick tock
Twitch twitch
He hates that clock
Tock tick tock tick
Spark spark
His mind malfunctioning...the others kick
And tap tap tap tap...
And slowly he spiraled downward...
His mind and his parts breaking...
And his joints aching...
But yet he hadn't forgot...
He slowly went insane...
But this was not in vain...
For when he finally got away...
He had only one thing to gain.
There was only one to blame...
Or, at least...only one to start with...
And now he had this glitch
A dark subconscious itch...
He would not bite
He would not kill
For what he deserved was far worse...
“Oh...please do not fight...”
“D-d-did wewe think locking me away...
Would futa me from this place?
Did wewe think hiding me behind glass...
Could p-p-possibly fix...what was not broken?”
So now each night he will
Do all he can to fulfill...
And drive them all...
Into a signaler fall
And they will find...
I'm being rather kind...
Driving them slowly into a darkness
Instead of doing so with starkness...
He took all he would...
No, rather...all he could...
And now he can't control
His own robotic soul...
Still those words echo...
“Out of order! Out of order!”
Who's out of order?
When it's me giving the disorders?
“It's just a game?”
Oh? So then each night I shall play...
Just take your eyes off me...
And then be sure to flee.
I'm still all alone
Th-th-they still don't understand...
Many years had passed...
With me encased in glass...
I took zaidi then I could take...
And with all these violent thoughts...
Somehow not uigizaji on them...
taking and restraining them...
Though I must admit
Chasing them is so much fun
Driving them slowly into insanity
Like they did for me
It's just a gllllllitch...
A dark and painful twitch...
But I don't make a fuss...
And they just won't discuss...
