Clockwork machines grind me to life.
I tire of mechanics.
Give me worry and strife Give me a mind
not just metal and wheels and a pressurized heart that longs to be real
Master winds me up each day so that I may remain his doll.
I watch him making other wives and he loves us all
Master, oh, master
I'm a human being too
I feel pain as you fix me flesh unto screw
But I am real
I am because you made me
and that's real enough
I understand now that I see