I’ve got no words to explain,
Coz to me it’s inexplicable,
Don’t have life of my own,
And unfortunately, I have to die this way.
My mind can be controlled,
It’s life supported by the satellite,
I hate this kind of life,
And Oh yeah, I can smell death,
They know when am hungry,
They know when am thirsty,
They know what am thinking,
It’s not the life I wished for.
It’s sad that my body was sold by…