I heard you tell me twice... But, I was not listening to you Words get in the way Stepping over nails in the floor Oh... no more I'm your new machine I'm your new machine But there's something about me That you can't control I won't accept your story I won't accept this role The hand has turned to glass Shattered by the big sound It's gone I really can't complain It often did more harm than good Now I do as a good boy should Take my body Take my brain Take my tongue Start the drain Replace the wire Replace the eyes Boot the system Stand by