the red TOR NA DO the red TOR NA DO the red TOR NA DO the red TOR NA DO circuitry and sympathy are two different things but they come together in a robot who dreams round and round and round he goes TOASTER FOR A BODY TORNADO FOR A SOUL He's lightning in a bottle tornado in a cage he sees no prison in the lines of his face TOR-NA-DO Ah TOR-NA-DO AH His emotions spin at destructive speeds that he needs to control the cumulonimbus inside the machine he's half robot and half tornado so sad the cyborg cyclone seems drifting through the sky a willful wisp of machinery not born but devised still the cyborg cyclone cries coolant drips from his eyes plastic hands on his heart that slowly.... tear him apart tornado tornado tornado go tornado tornado tornado go wild winds whip when he wishes that he were real he rarely rusts but he's never had a real meal by saving the world he's saving himself a machine that is selfish just like everyone else tornado tornado tornado go tornado tornado go go red tornado