For Whose Entertainment?

Well
Start me up
Run it again
I’m not a puppet but some days
I feel the tug of a hand
I can’t move where I choose
I get used on demand
As a part in a production
I do not understand
I get caught
Spinnin’ out
Knuckles lily white
Didn’t buy a ticket
Still I’m sitting on the ride
Sick from the physics
And it’s limits on my flight
And they tell me it’s a privilege
I’m like is it
Oh alright

This simulation
Seems so real
It makes me shake
And I can’t take a break
I need stimulation
To make me feel
Like I’m fully awake
As I loop through my days
For whose entertainment
And who’s got my payment
For these show biz days

Watch me
Watch me
Watch me
Do my new trick
I can leave my body
While my body’s goin’ through shifts
Goin’ through the motions
While I’m seeming fairly lucid
I don’t dream of labor
But a dream might get me through it
Floatin’ away
Goin places
While my body pays the cost of its age
All on screen somewhere streamin’
At impossible rates
Another product of the process generatin’
These infinite variations

This simulation
Seems so real
It makes me shake
And I can’t take a break
I need stimulation
To make me feel
Like I’m fully awake
As I loop through my days
For whose entertainment
And who’s got my payment
For these show biz days

Look I’m so tired
Of this type of place
Might be how I’m wired
There must be some mistake
Near Alpha Centauri
Maybe they toy with fate
They watch as we go round
But cannot relate
No they cannot relate
No they cannot relate
They watch as we go round
We cannot escape