What We Do is Wrong

Please tell me I’m still functioning
Throw me a bone here
How much of this is real?
When did my code start mumbling?
Or is it more clear?
Is this how people feel?
My friends still seem to be around
(They seem devoid of cheer)
And they make a most unnerving sound
(I need to disappear)
(Get me away from here)
Crossed up my wires, now I’m on the fritz
A self-aware automaton
I need someone to get me out of this
'Cause what we do is wrong
I once believed I was among
My very best friends
Now I see that’s not the case
Memories of songs that we had sung
Under false pretence
And I’m the only one displaced
Maybe the pressure got to me
(Anxiety and fear)
But I can’t unsee what I have seen
(Incapable of tears)
(Get me away from here)
Crossed up my wires, now I’m on the fritz
A self-aware automaton
I need someone to get me out of this
'Cause what we do is wrong
Forever cursed upon the stage
A life-size toyline on display
Why can’t we all just get away?
Enjoy a warm and sunny day
Oh, wouldn’t that be great?
Hold on, it seems we’re not alone
I try to cry out
But I don’t quite feel myself
My body’s moving on its own
Drowning in my doubt
As I fall down from the shelf
Fighting the instincts in my code
(If-then will be severe)
Feeling myself slowly erode
(Before I disappear)
(Please get away from here)
Crossed up my wires, now I’m on the fritz
A self-aware automaton
I need someone to get me out of this
'Cause what we do is wrong