Ride - Brainiac

Now they’re walking on her face

Personality’s carefully replaced

With the functions of a kewpie doll

She wets herself and cries and crawls

Sometimes suffers side-effects

From placing burning cigarettes into her breast until

She’s certain that the burning of her flesh is real

Ride!

Wheel her down the corridor

Tie her muscles to the floor

As she’s ravaged by the queen of mary quid’s eleventh floor

Watch her doctor smile and shake

As the rumors start to break

The pill

The windowsill

Nothing’s really changed

But her body’s still

Ride yourself away, each and every day