My head is filled With mechanical thoughts That burst and spilled In several trivial spots I tried to eat Every word that I could But I moan and retreat When I misunderstood Your anxious voice And steady words Are hammered out As the engine turns A question weaves In my mind I a**ume The perplexity heaves Something is caught in the loom Show me what I can toast Inside this routine My mind is but a ghost My body, a machine? Your anxious voice And steady words Are hammered out As the engine turns Your patient voice corrodes And steady words explode But they're just delivering These thoughts from the machine I watched the bride marry routine And she walks down the aisle On a track that remains to be seen Her hands hang and flail Like they're tangled in strings And her thoughts keep on pacing Through her mechanical dreams She's flushed with funtion And her motor is clean So now I strive To become a well oiled machine That's what I want to be All shiny and clean I can't wait to be A well oiled machine