I am made of earthly fibers
Human fears and human features
I'm designed for entertainment
People toys for mindless creatures

Faces pass by the millions
I see the lives I cannot live
I see the many I could be

If only weren't I stuck in steel
Nothing here is even real
Days of hours of my routine
Self-destructive programming

I am made of thoughts and actions
Tracing circles, running in place
I reset when you round the corner
Ready for the next new face

Lovers pass by the millions
I see the lives I cannot live
I see the souls that they can be

If only weren't I stuck in steel
Nothing here is even real
Days of hours of my routine
Things I've heard and things I've seen
Always to be what I've always been