fleck of metal in your eye
 My body doesn't have to try 
 To recognize one of its kind
 Where we are
 It's magical when [bad word]  Similar parts 

 We talk like machines
 With moving parts and electric dreams
 Don't know what it means
 But we'll transform and rip our seams 

 My flesh is scarred and growing thin 
 It works so hard to keep us in
 Our silver limbs will show it's just a matter of time
 The human world will have to adjust
 We'll be fine

 We talk like machines
 With moving parts and electric dreams
 Don't know what it means
 But we'll transform and rip our seams