We are left to sit and wonder,
What is life?
What is real?
And why do living things need feelings?

Well how'd you like to try pumping lead through your veins?
Or have a heart so wet and cold it starts rusting.
When the world ticks around, your voice is talking all the time.
Or live with feelings you've never felt because you cannot feel.

What is this leaking affecting my eyes?
Does the oil that is dripping, mean this is a cry?
Will I ever be something with feelings to hide?
Or am I just a boiler with nothing inside?

I want all today, don't want to hear you say
"You can't do this, you can't do that.
You're not a living thing with feelings."

Wind me up, turn the gears.
I want more today, don't want to hear you say
"I love you."