Tinker, tinker pling, pling, 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 bend and metal scream
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 [1]

Close I'm coming closer
or 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 [2] [3]
Once upon a time I had a broken heart
Once upon a time I just had a heart
It 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 hand-made heart
Why do I dream I'm a dinosaur tearing sheep apart? [4]

Lightning, it fills me up, it tells me where to go [5]
Colors me and changes me
It withers me to coal
Lightning tears me up, leaves me smoldering
I close my eyes and hear her voice
Framed by vulture wings

In the wires of my hand I see my fate
Cold and mechanical, squeaky with hate
It clicks and whirls and I'm satisfied
It's designed to fill that black hole deep inside
I'm 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

Hollow rooms always consume
Dark and empty like most of the moon
The things we do in the name of love
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.
Get.
A burrito.
Go get a burrito,
Go get a bu-rri-to.