Memory is a funny thing.  
What you remember and what you’ve lost.  
Are your memories correct  
Were they good but now are not?  
 
You’re strapped up to the machine  
Your mind is just the same  
You have no free will now  
Your memories I have tamed  
 
Can you tell if your  
memories are tampered with?  
Because it’s all the same.  
Your mind is at my whim.  
 
The blue lights blink  
They fizz and steam  
A hole in your mind  
Tear away your dreams.  
 
Make more space  
To be replaced  
To disappear  
Without a trace  
 
The red lights twirl  
And chirp and ring  
replace your ideas  
With anything  
 
You used to be okay  
A good person at least  
Now your family’s a mystery  
And your friends a disease  
 
You may have some peace  
You won’t know what was before  
You won’t know what to miss  
Or what might’ve been something more  
 
You must remember,  
It’s all up to me  
You won’t have a choice  
You’ll be who I want you to be.