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I find myself in barren wasteland
And I see that beside my hand
There embedded in my thigh
Is a microchip and I know why

There are cables clamped onto tendons
I can tell this is work of Brendons
He is the top microtechnician
So ruining my life is his top mission

Then guards come running all at once
Each an animal that runs and hunts
One pushes me down and puts a gun to my head
To them I'm no better alive than dead

One of a kind steps out from the crowd
He pulls out a gun and the rest get loud
They start chanting "Kill her! Kill her!"
I think death is upon me, I think for sure

He first glares down but then smiles and winks
Now I'm not sure what to think
He lifts his gun and rapid fires
It seems this place contains traitors and liars

Soon they are all laying dead
The ground has turned from beige to red
He picks me up and swings me over his shoulder
I wish that I could have been bolder

When he pats my back I start to cough
I wish I could've fought them off
But I couldn't have all by myself
It's good that he showed up to help

He carries me in the opposite direction
Of that hell hole used for "correction"
After a while in the distance I see...
Well I can't really tell but that's just me

As we get closer I see it's a shack
But in luxury it does not lack
He opens the door and lays me down
Checking to make sure I'm safe and sound

I doze off but slowly awake
To the smell of freshly baking cake
He comes out from the kitchen, ununiformed
Of his attractiveness I was not informed

I try to sit up but my leg stings
He's such an angel he seems to sprout wings
He lifts me up and leans me against a wall
Then from outside I hear someones call

Suddenly guards push in the door
And once again I'm down on the floor
But now I'm falling (seriously)
And land comfortably but mysteriously...