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