Eyes of ice came to slice
my abstract life apart
With cold precision
they explored each division
of my dying heart

Down into this rabbit hole
of habits now growing old
we delved into a memory bold
where my potential had been sold

His sharp and sterile scrutiny
pressed upon any mutiny
as I squirmed and tried to run
yet I spoke out so foolishly

The prison of protection
created a forced introspection
at the puppeteer's direction
and my own heart's insurrection

So I drank the poisoned brew
What else could I do?
But play along as I wait
to jump the boat and escape
before he sees right through