"Trapped inside the Matrix,
forced to play our hand,
we're filled with so much hatred,
the kids don't stand a chance."
You never did understand, did you?
We never wanted to hurt you. We are like robots, forced to do our masters bidding. We are the bones, he is the muscle. He moved us. Without him, we are nothing.
We are nothing but bodies, an imprint of what once was, what is gone, what will never come back. We are the lilies in the field, we bow and bend to the wind, to him, we spin and dodge, but we never snap. We never wilt, because he takes care of us.
We want to touch you. We want to stroke your face with care, but rashes appear where our fingers fell. We trace our thumbs under your eyes, leaving bags of worry and sleep-deprivation. We do not wish to harm you, we are only puppets, pieces of cloth and wood, meaningless, thrown away once we have been used.
We have no emotion, we only feel our master's will, our master's hatred, and we feel nothing. We feel nothing when we rip lives apart, watching the light face from the eyes,. Especially children. So weak, so vulnerable, so easy to tear, but they don't matter, child or adult, it doesn't matter, after all, they will become one of us, now, won't they, another puppet, another toy, another, another, another.
And so we feel nothing. But how we long to feel, to know pain and laughter, to feel sorrow and joy, to feel the touch of another human, the warm blood beneath their flesh. We are not warm. We are only skin and bones, nothing, just a rag in the wind.
We do not like the light, warmth. It reminds us of what we once were, and it's so unfair, and so we keep away, unless it means to drag another victim to their deaths, to the depths of the unknown, where they will never see light again.
We are only robots, forced to do our master's bidding. We are the wand, he is the spell. We are the tool and he is the hand. He moved us. Without him, we are nothing,
You never did understand, did you? After all, we are Inferi.
