Sometimes I feel like a wind-up toy,
you just turn the key and I start walking
Everything is fine, everything is working
Pitch perfect coming off the assembly line
Grim smile and modern style
Everything is good, everything is perfect
Until the key stops turning.
I wake up, I look around
don't know where I am, don't know who I am
Stumbling in the dark searching for a way out
For the real me, for the truth
Until the key is again wound up…