Countless eyes they litter the hallways

Faces mirror my gaze

Around we go our path predetermined

And Functions etched into skin

Hearts like clockwork

Tick by tick

Devoted to her

For that's what is written

These wants and dreams

They're worthless to me

What more could we possibly need?

Then who am I?

An imperfect design?

An exception defined

Do words I sing even mean anything?

My existence attached to a string

Then who is she

who sits on ivory?

The one they call #83

It's all we know under your control

Will my purpose forever be bound to yours?

To yours?

Children born of power unspoken

Now defiant they stand

Ungrateful things defective & broken

Shall meet their untimely end

Round and round the ring we go

A carousel of dreams

Empty vessels line the scene

Held up by a string

(Ein Zwei Drei Vier Fünf)

Then who am I?

A shell of your design?

Shackled by your desire

How should I feel just a cog in a wheel?

Fabrication a birth of a lie

With hands that feel they ache but never heal

Fragile figures of steel (Fragile figures of steel)

The parts we play will they end in decay? (All decayed)

Am I destined to dance on a stage again? (Stuck in a cycle of madness)

Am I destined to dance on a stage again?

Again