mouse on a wheel running a pretend race synthetic worn feed me enough to feel real i wont ask for more silver bars bend and change directions at perfect angles embrace me in metallic affection i dont leave playing your game all this time i never asked why i wanted to win too shy to ask about these needles electric shocks i am the task below ticking clocks grow me right mouth cut into thirds hard questions cant be tried without words playing your game all this time i never asked why i wanted to win