She is just a test, An object,
She is not a person, but an IT with a minor defect.
She is to be tested upon,
In this room she will belong.
She is under research, she is just a test,
She will bring the end of the suffering of the rest.
She is the answer to a problem, they can't figure out,
She will never know them, or know what this test is about.
Like everyone else there, she has no name,
She has just a number, they're all the same.
She is just an object, she is just a thing,
She will give the answers, to everything.
The disease she has is life ending,
On her they are depending.
For to save the life of others,
She is the only one, for no brothers.
She is just an object, she is just a test.
They needed a good specimen, and she was the best.
They're not just in her mind,
They in her dreams too, she seems to find.
They're everywhere, and anywhere...
Always there to sit and stare.
Who are they these people who stare,
These people who point, and do not care.
What are these wires, inside,
Is she insane, or has she died?
They don't know her, they don't care,
They just want to sit and stare.
They all gasp when she makes a move to walk,
She hears what they say, behind the mirrors they talk.
She is not real, she is not alive,
They just keep her here, to see how long she can survive.
They want to know what's wrong,
Will it stay, and for how long?
She is just an object, and she is just a test...
They want her to co-operate, to help save all the rest.
