Drone

They wound you up like a child's toy
 And pointed you into the fire
 And even as your plastic self began to melt
 You didn't know the end was near
 They slit your throat like you were cattle
 Bled you out and left you dry
 And even as the warmth of red
 Rushed across your chest you said
 Is it okay if I ask why
 Why does it feel so much like it's a stab in the back
 Like if you let them in they're just poised for attack
 So how can anyone form anything that's real
 When everyone hates everyone for saying what they feel
 You're conditioned not to notice
 Anything beyond your reach
 So when the windows open up
 You won't offer up a speech
 You'll just be silent like the windup toy they taught you all to be
 And I'll just smile as I'm melting down the man I thought was me