FEELING MACHINE
Trust in me, your feeling machine
If you can’t stand the strain
If you’re feeling lost
If you’re feeling lonely
I can sap your troubles away
If you want to be clean and free
Place your burdens unto me
I’ll absorb the structures of your pain
While the substance swells your brain
Trust in me, me
I’m at your beck and call
Beneath your flights of fancy
I can always do as you please
I can bark up the wrong trees
I can grovel to you at your feet
I’m your black box
Programmed in your image
Your secrets are safe with me
I am secure and discrete
Manufactured to serve your needs
Trust in me, mе