I thought this was the easy route
I thought this was the quick way out
I didn’t know you’d make me scream
I didn’t know you’d make me dream
Of days when life was sublime
When every choice was only mine
And now the only thing that I can see
Is the Clockwork Orange you made out of me.
A man of flesh and blood, you see
With no more choice than machinery
Is a man like this a man at all?
A fruit of science doomed to fall?
For things are never black or white
Within the grey we struggle and fight
Except for me, cured through and through
A perfect Clockwork Orange, made just for you.