I heard you tell me twice...
But, I was not listening to you
Words get in the way
Stepping over nails in the floor
Oh... no more
I'm your new machine
I'm your new machine
But there's something about me
That you can't control
I won't accept your story
I won't accept this role
The hand has turned to glass
Shattered by the big sound
It's gone
I really can't complain
It often did more harm than good
Now I do as a good boy should
Take my body
Take my brain
Take my tongue
Start the drain
Replace the wire
Replace the eyes
Boot the system
Stand by
