Have you become so jaded
as each part is being traded
you don't even feel invaded
cause you have masqueraded?
You raise up mechanical hands
filled with your contrabands
in boxes held by rubber bands
labeled that so you understand.
Your muscles have been replaced
with hydraulic pistons displaced
and your dreams are misplaced
with scary nightmares imp-laced.
With each part being replicated
by silicon and quartz complicated
in plastic and metal reinvigorated
till you are now prefabricated.
Now don't you feel brand new
with cables instead of sinew
to those servos out of view
making up the thing now you.
Have you gain an awareness
you look better all hairless
or could you really care less
that you are one big mess?
You are my android girl
giving my heart a whirl
and I dance with a twirl
as my world is so sterile.
