怦然「芯」动

Automatic, Mind is racing

Left to right, Three sixty five

Call me obsessed, a witch, I don't mind

'Cause my ideas are one of a kind

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Lines and curves, systems and controllers

My intelligence proves my excellence

Next to my machines, you don't stand a chance

Can you hear the symphony of gears turning

Engines whirring, forging, building, wearing, tearing

Full of energy

So many possibilities

Even machines have real feelings

Might not believe it, but I can see

Creativity

Higher than the thenth degree

Call me gifted, a prodigy

Working on my craft like it's my duty

Yeah, I made all of it

From inside out, every little inch

Yeah, look at all my children

Piece by piece, I put my heart into it

Yeah, you can hear its beat

They have emotions if you face up to it

Yeah, I created it

Somehow I feel like I’m a part of it