Handmade Essence by Mechanical Poet
I've left the Buried Town
My father has no might
To keep me down
Some foreign scents
Infesting clammy shade
Induce me to repent
Of my gambade
I'M NOT A CREATURE - I'M A DOLL...
...WITH COLD SYNTHETIC HEART
I'M NOT A LIVING THING AT ALL...
...YOU'RE JUST A ''PIECE OF ART''
I'VE GOT A GEAR INSTEAD OF SOUL
Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel
The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay
Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal
I'm just an ugly brat of lab assay