here, I’ve got the spindle to spin to make you talk
I may have mistaken it for one of your million parts
you’re made for war: a weapon of mass destruction
I always knew there’d be some assembly required
but I never once expected a whole entire body puzzle
I’m a romantic, not a mechanic
but maybe if you'd contribute cooperation
I wouldn’t sacrifice you to damnation
I’ll just use your head as flotation
if our vessel goes down in flames
if your brain could possibly manage to rationalize this disaster
we could finally fashion our ideal getaway and never look back
I’d let you take the reins
could even that make you stay?
Mr. Machine Man, what’s gotten you so militant?
for target practice you’re destroying my sentiments
I can’t reload fast enough to prepare the next shot
why can’t you be something different than this?
you’ve made me turn on myself and my life as a pacifist
would you be so kind as to put me out of my misery?
but truthfully, in the dullest times you incite excitement
when we yell and scream and throw things and fight
it just makes me feel like I’m living a life worth remembering
if we reached a compromise, I wouldn’t have a future
and in time all my wounds would make their own sutures
and I’d forget you ever shot me down
you sure have got a way to make me numb to the pain
maybe if my heart was stainless like yours
and if I wouldn’t be sussed out by your report
I’d be much happier
but for now, I’ll postpone my respite
does it make me a coward to give up the fight?
Mr. Machine Man, let me solve it in my own time
you’re giving me a countdown from 10
but you’re starting at 5