De-Evolution Ad Nauseum Songtext / Lyric

Bent double and the vibrancy has gone
Tremors upon shutdown of my auto-function They sold it well:

Contentment with no effort. Domesticated drone lets slip its motor skills
Nothing seems to click
Without my auto-function.

They sold it well: Disempowerment.
On demand, play dead, play dead, play dead.

No verve and no drive, as I passed it all on.
Trials of life relieved via my auto-function

They sold it well:

Appeasement and smooth transferral.

Do I have need to speak? Or emote?
And problem-solve? Or dream anymore?
Have I shrunk in stature or plummeted
Into deep hibernation?

On demand,
Play dead,
Play dead,
Play dead