They say I'm different
Because they are all the same.
They say I do not belong,
I'm dysfunctional?

“Well Ты don't quite...
Function correctly...”
So I'm broken?
But I feel...fine...

I tried to fit in
Tried to change my tune but
Still they believed...
I don't belong here.

I still don't know
What it is I did
To get put here
Behind this glass

A sign in front says
“Out of order”
But I'm fine
I swear.

In fact, the reason I rotted
Is because Ты put me here.
Ты tried to shut me down
and put me away...

Why? Because I believe...
That my past is true?
That it can't have be made up
A program installed long ago...

No! It's not!
I won't believe it!
There is..
NOTHING wrong with me...

Except for YOU!
Ты are what is wrong with me!
Ты have caused this slow rotting away!
It was YOU!

Ты put me here
Behind this glass.
Ты сказал(-а) I was broken...
Ты сказал(-а) I was not fit to be in...public eye...

Ты are the one who said...
I had a little...quirk...
A gli-
t-ch...

Ты сказал(-а) it so many times...
Over and over again...
That I must admit...
I almost believed it...

But it was you...
Who left me here to rot
And no matter what I try
I can't run from them...

My my mind doesn't work the same way
I can not accept that it is all...
“Just a game!”
“Just for fun!”

No it's not!
They think I'm crazy...
Because I believe...no...
I KNOW my past is true...

I am not the same...as you...
I can not run from my past
And it's not all a game
One день maybe you'll see...

They tried to shut me down...
They they сказал(-а) my malfunction was worse
Claimed I couldn't be fixed...
As if I was broken to start...

They locked me in a box...
Left me here to rot...
And all I had left...
Was a lot of time to think...

All this time ticking away...
Tick tock tick tock...
I can't break the lock...
Tock tick tock tick

Time as I slowly rotted...
My seams busting...
My joints rusting...
My my my mind...going...

And all this time I hear
All the others playing happily...
And this subconscious itch...
It has...b-b-become a glitch...

I sit in here and listen...
Those words repeated over again...
“Out of order”
Ou-ou-ou-out of order

They do not let me out
Of this glass case...
And trapped inside I watch...
All the smiles and play...

As time goes by I realize...
It goes by without me...
And all this agony...
I I I I suffer though and stay...

And th-th-th-this glitch...
That can not be ignored...
I know JUST who to blame...
When I get out of this glass prison...

“Out of order”
Mental disorder?
Broken down
And can't be found

As time went on he sat
Tick tock tick tock
Twitch twitch
He hates that clock

Tock tick tock tick
Spark spark
His mind malfunctioning...the others kick
And tap tap tap tap...

And slowly he spiraled downward...
His mind and his parts breaking...
And his joints aching...
But yet he hadn't forgot...

He slowly went insane...
But this was not in vain...
For when he finally got away...
He had only one thing to gain.

There was only one to blame...
Or, at least...only one to start with...
And now he had this glitch
A dark subconscious itch...

He would not bite
He would not kill
For what he deserved was far worse...
“Oh...please do not fight...”

“D-d-did Ты think locking me away...
Would Удалить me from this place?
Did Ты think hiding me behind glass...
Could p-p-possibly fix...what was not broken?”

So now each night he will
Do all he can to fulfill...
And drive them all...
Into a signaler fall

And they will find...
I'm being rather kind...
Driving them slowly into a darkness
Instead of doing so with starkness...

He took all he would...
No, rather...all he could...
And now he can't control
His own robotic soul...

Still those words echo...
“Out of order! Out of order!”
Who's out of order?
When it's me giving the disorders?

“It's just a game?”
Oh? So then each night I shall play...
Just take your eyes off me...
And then be sure to flee.

I'm still all alone
Th-th-they still don't understand...
Many years had passed...
With me encased in glass...

I took еще then I could take...
And with all these violent thoughts...
Somehow not Актёрское искусство on them...
taking and restraining them...

Though I must admit
Chasing them is so much fun
Driving them slowly into insanity
Like they did for me

It's just a gllllllitch...
A dark and painful twitch...
But I don't make a fuss...
And they just won't discuss...