Inspired by John Entwistle's unfinished "905" rock opera concept.
My name is 503
I know that I'm not free
I live as I'm assigned
I don't have my own mind
Is this really what is best for me?
I live with 905
From same stock we're derived
The same in every way
Live the exact same days
We both feel like bees in a hive
He tells me that he knows that this is not how it should be
He tells me that he knows that we all should be free
Not sure if I believe what he's saying
If he's wrong and I should be obeying
I've been told I'm a cog in the machine
After all, don't want to cause a scene
