Monolithic

Purse your lips until they're white
Drag me kicking into night
Didn't I want to be free
Or do I want to be right

Only you can deprogram
Only you can understand
Only you can take the blade
And cut [the gag] from my mouth

The dusty book on your endtable
Taught you how to make a lethal
Fragmentary detonator
From common household thoughts

You put a fistful of salt [in my eyes]
This is what it was like

My thoughts
My eyes
My face
My skin
My heart
My bones
Are slowly
Becoming computerized