Everything you do is planned out in advance
The stars push their dark wills down on you
And wolves all tear themselves apart better in packs
That's just a function we'll have to work on through
We are machines that eat and breathe and look really cool
You're reacting just the way I thought you would
But I've replaced my heart with metal parts
And I'm working just fine, but I can't get it to start
We are machines that breathe and weep and look really good trained to k**
Send me back in time and I'll bring us back in line
Just tell me whose mother I have to k**
I'm fine like I've always been, except I don't remember-when
My conscience wasn't acting up again
We're living on borrowed time
And it looks like they want it back