There was once a time When I knew what I was made of Yeah I had some veins they'd pump blood But then I realized that it's easier to be less alive And I've replaced my mind with some kind of machine Dead inside I like it better when I'm made of bolts No human flesh could withstand the threshold I recommend advice to all my friends You'll never have to be alone again I like it better when you're made of skin There's no way I'd be caught dead in that again Cause being real and having heart is something that I failed at from the start