Lobotomy

My self-awareness and responsiveness is down

Detachment, derangement are all I've kept around

You took my thoughts, so I could not function by myself

You didn't want it getting out

Those secrets that I held

There's a fine line between benefit and risk

I wanted to feel normal, but I didn't ask for this

I will not sell my soul to reach a goal

I would rather die than lose control

Question everything, but don't say anything

Or they'll split your brain like a lobotomy