Moloko

Human being
Being human
Hands free
Nothing touches me
Transmit, remote, unseen, unknown.
Shes glad to be so very happy.
Weve placed your call into a queuing system.
Listen to the pretty musik play let it numb your fragile system.
She had a friend to call her own.
But now she spends her time alone
What of the cost of growing up
Put me on hold to shut me up.
Just being is bewildering
Disconnect me from what is mine
Call waiting, waiting on the other line.
At you leisure dear.