terrible "i"

(hey Borg) why are you doing this to me?
am i not assimilated easily?
why am i seething with this android circuitry?
hey Borg i think you owe me a great big ol' battery

terrible "i"

hey Borg i really don't know what "we" means
seems like locutus had a laser-sight highbeam
i feel my wires digging into my extremes
hey Borg can TNG really be as bad as it seems?

terrible "i"

don't be assimilating me
i don't need to be bolted by screws
don't be assimilating me
i don't need to be bolted by screws

(hey Borg) there's armor there instead of hide
i lost my fingernails, my nuts, and both my eyes
i'm all alone in a cube up in the skies
i believed the tech manuals, rick sternbach * and his lies

terrible "i"

we made me throw it all away
my brain replaced with a tape
how many built today
we've assimilated everything

terrible "i"

my head is filled with circuitries
my skin is steel mesh weave
my hands bolted on my knees
bladder gone no way to relieve

we need someone to bolt on to
we need someone to bolt on to

i give you everything
my wired everything
hey Borg
we don't know who we are
in this world of piss**

* TNG writer. Ugh, I hated most of that show.

** Fits. See previous verse.

-- william silvey