At candlelight I've left the Buried Town My father has no might To keep me down
Some foreign scents Infesting clammy shade Induce me to repent Of my gambade
[Chorus:] I'm not a creature - I'm a doll... ...With cold synthetic heart I'm not a living thing at all... ...You're just a "piece of art" I've got a gear instead of soul
Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal I'm just an ugly brat of lab assay