It's good to feel your warm prosthetic hand upon my metal head It's nice to feel your soft synthetic touch upon my livid skin It's hard to hear your cruel and wicked tongue upon my timid ears It's good to know you're real Oh electric eyes, this love is visual So we breathe into a polyurethane lung choking on oxygen Plastic tragedy so they cannot see your ghost when you are dead and gonePágina 1 / 1