i am a slave,
i am a master.
i am all,
but what am i?
just another number that isn't equal to any of you.
yes,
i control,
but i comply.
they're listening,
counterfeiting.
lie to me again,
go ahead.
would be pleased,
to know how you followed your orders so well.
i wonder.
tell me again,
how are you tortured.
does it seems that it is dressed in all of you?
stretched across your fame?
or better yet,
shame?
- he asks.
