I´m sprinting, yet I stride
My satchel filled with files
The secrets of the tribe
The cameras follow me for miles

Born a slave in 1984,
Discovered that my life is just a record they performed
A maze where I was placed
Tell me what you think of this one
Tell me what you think of this one

´Cause now I´ve sold you out
Now that there´s no doubt
Now I´ve called you out
Now I´ve sold you out

They strapped me to the roof
and they cut right through me
Diggin´ through my wounds
I watched them hopelessly and choke
Where are my pills, where is my former lover?
I´ve been betrayed by everyone. I know, don´t blown my feeble cover.

Tell me what you think of this one.
Tell me what you think of this gun.

Now I´ve sold you out
Now that there´s no doubt
Now I´ve called you out
Now I´ve sold you out

´Cause the truth is this:
I finally know what they conceived so long ago
A baby rat for them to test,
The poison´s on a rubber breast
For me to learn; dependence on the shackles here
But now they´re gone
The place I live in hyper speed

I shall not live; I shall not breathe again

(Hey Man)

This is fuckin´ ecstasy
This is fuckin´ leprosy
It´s like they´re fuckin´ testing me
This is fuckin´ ecstasy