Countless eyes they litter the hallways
Faces mirror my gaze
Around we go our path predetermined
And Functions etched into skin
Hearts like clockwork
Tick by tick
Devoted to her
For that's what is written
These wants and dreams
They're worthless to me
What more could we possibly need?

Then who am I?
An imperfect design?
An exception defined
Do words I sing even mean anything?
My existence attached to a string
Then who is she
Who sits on ivory?
The one they call #83
It's all we know under your control
Will my purpose forever be bound to yours?
To yours?

Children born of power unspoken
Now defiant they stand
Ungrateful things defective & broken
Shall meet their untimely end
Round and round the ring we go
A carousel of dreams
Empty vessels line the scene
Held up by a string

(Ein Zwei Drei Vier Fünf)

Then who am I?
A shell of your design?
Shackled by your desire
How should I feel just a cog in a wheel?
Fabrication a birth of a lie
With hands that feel they ache but never heal
Fragile figures of steel (fragile figures of steel)
The parts we play will they end in decay? (All decayed)
Am I destined to dance on a stage again? (Stuck in a cycle of madness)
Am I destined to dance on a stage again?
Again