You talk like a machine
You move your lips and you speak with me
But I know, It's not what it seems
And you transform and rip your seams
A fleck of metal up in your eye
My body doesn't have to try
To recognize one of its kind who we are
It's magical when we combine
You talk like a machine
You move your lips and you speak with me
But I know, It's not what it seems
And you transform and rip your seams
Our flesh is scarred and growing oh so thin
It works so hard to keep us in
Our silver limbs will show in a matter of time
While you adjust, we'll be just fine
