A fleck of metal in your eye
My body doesn't have to try
To recognize one of its kind where we are
It's magical when we combine similar parts
We talk like machines with moving parts and electric dreams
Don't know what it means when we'll transform and rip our seams
We talk like machines with moving parts and electric dreams
Don't know what it means when we'll transform and rip our seams
Our flesh is scarred and growing thin
It works so hard to keep us in
Our silver limbs will show, it's just a matter of time
The human world will have to adjust, we'll be fine
We talk like machines with moving parts and electric dreams
Don't know what it means when we'll transform and rip our seams
We talk like machines with moving parts and electric dreams
Don't know what it means when we'll transform and rip our seams
