The Experiment (Goth-Emo Piano Ballad Song)

They would have never seen anything like you. 
They way that you talk, they're not hearing your words 
but watching as they fly like runaway birds. 

They watch as you shy away from the dancefloor. 
They find it confusing and want to know more. 
Although you won't see it while you're still awake, 
the cameras move closer with each breath you take. 

You're being analysed, all their eyes, all the time. 
You're the experiment. 

They walk around setting traps and sit and wait. 
hoping in secret that you'll take the bait 
so they can record the way you react. 
Everything's legal if you're still intact. 

You're being analysed, all their eyes, all the time. 
You're the experiment. 

Electrically charging the fences and walls. 
Forced to stay low, you're reduced to a crawl. 
"For research's good!" is their only defense. 
Somehow they get away with this pretense. 

There's no sense in hiding 
'cause everywhere's wired. 
Don't vent your fears, your confidants are liars. 
The trigger's been pulled so try not to get hit 
by stones that they've thrown and the fires they've lit. 

You're being analysed, all their eyes, all the time. 
You're the experiment. 
You're being analysed, all their eyes, all the time. 
You're the experiment.