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224147
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Tinker-tinker-pling, ding-ding-ding
My body breaks, the void screams
Weary of hollow metals
That ring of hollow life
By hand and by hammer
I give birth tonight
Metal bends and metal screams
Welding bright the circuit seam
Weary of the hollow spaces
Between the twinkling lights
I lost something along the way
And it doesn't feel right
Maybe I'm not
Falling apart but I'm falling a lot
Maybe I'm not
Completely circuitry but I can't stop
I'm gonna fall apart!
I'm gonna fall apart!!
I'm coming closer and closer
Yet maybe I'm not
I can make you a sex machine
That would be hot
Break my nails and pull my hair
There's circuit boards everywhere
How long have I been in here?
This is not my house
Maybe I'm not
Falling apart but I'm falling a lot
Maybe I'm not
Completely circuitry but I can't stop
I'm not a robot but I've got a mechanical hand
I can steal the stars and put them back again
Once upon a time, I had a broken heart
Once upon a time, I just had a heart
I once limped when I was wounded, so I replaced my parts
Once upon a time, I had a heart
I'm not a robot but I've got a mechanical hand
I can steal the stars and put them back again
If I am a machine because of my handmade heart
Why do I dream I'm a dinosaur tearing sheep apart
Lightning!
It fills me up
It tells me where to go
Colors me and changes me
It withers me to coal
Lightning!
It tears me up
Leaves me smoldering
I close my eyes and here a voice
Framed by vultures wings
In the wires of my hand, I see my fate
Cold and mechanical, squeaky with hate
It clicks and whirs and is satisfied
It's designed to fill that black hole deep inside
It's turning away from the path of soft skin
To a path of mechanical sin
Turning away from the warmth of gold
To an empty machine that's broken and cold
(Click, click, click)
Hollow rooms always consume
(Click, click, click)
Dark and empty like most of the moon
(Click, click, click)
The things we do in the name of love
(Click, click, click)
Secret machines and a rusty glove
Sleep well mechanical thing
You were fun for a while
But now I'm going, going, going to go
And get a burrito
Go get a burrito
Go get a burrito
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