There’s a dollhouse
A big dollhouse
It’s where we live
Our world, our dollhouse
But who is the little girl
Who plays with us
Tells us what to do
And where to go
She’s there
She’s somewhere
Deep inside
You don’t know her
She’s a stranger
But she knows us
She created us
She owns us
How might we escape her?
You may be asking
The truth is
You can’t
We can’t
She will always be there
Telling you what to do
And where to go
And you have to listen
The thing is
You can’t run away
From what’s inside of you
Until you die
So you have no other choice
But to listen
To the little girl
Who owns us
All of us.
Forever.