Was I brought here? Was I born here? Already trapped in the corner Well, at least I've got company Always logged on with my eyes pried Letting life fall by the wayside For the drivel in front of me And that consoling screen It's got its hooks in me Now nothing's free, not even my time But it's so hard to tell When in an open cell This private hell is so benign No more of the caged birds sing Can't see the bars, or feel the clipped wings Hook me up to that machine Before I start noticing Gate was open, but we stayed still Been sedated by the blue pill Now we can't see our way out of this hole Think I've fallen ill, I'm gonna walk home Got a bad case of the Stockholm Disturbed yet down with the syndrome And that seductive screen Has got me salivating And damn it's such a tempting dose I might have a key But I can't seem to leave Everyone's an agoraphobe No more of the caged birds sing Cant see the bars, or feel the clipped wings Hook me up to that machine Cuz the illusion's so convincing No more of the caged birds sing No they haven't got an inkling Hook me up to that machine Before I start noticing