I feel like a robot in your hands,

I don't know what I should say, talking to my inner self

 

Under a machiavellian sun, we striving for love

My eyes are dry and I'm highly functioning from dust till dawn

 

Under a machiavellian sun, we striving for love

My eyes are dry and I'm highly functioning from dust till dawn

 

I feel like a robot in your hands,

like a machine when I'm sleeping with you in the same bed

 

I want to breath the sunlight with my eyes again,

I'm feared to drive insane

 

I feel like a robot in your hands,

I don't know what I should say, talking to my inner self

 

I feel like a robot in your hands,

I don't know what I should say, talking to my inner self

 

Under a machiavellian sun, we striving for love

My eyes are dry and I'm highly functioning from dust till dawn