The copper wire in my head
relays to me the words you said.
The wheels inside spin and spin
and go out again on wire of tin.
All the gears inside my brain
tell me I cant be sane.
This fucking machine inside of me
is beginning to drive me crazy.
I have no thoughts in my mind
or anything of the kind.
All I am is organic machines,
no stomachs, kidneys, or spleens.
All these wires in my skull
tell me of my empty hull.
I dont feel a fucking thing
and it makes my wires sing.