[Verse 1]
Tin man is what I'm called, or puritan
From the confederacy of my system
Defined relevance, from the immaculately attired
[Hook]
I am made from the wires
Of my Synthesizer
Made from the wires
Made from the wires
[Verse 2]
Ideals from the pondering looks of eels
Written prescriptions by the ones who need them
My own feelings, shunned by group desires
[Hook] x2