At candlelight
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