I am a tender something Caught in a golden cage The wonder of new age Created in a moving dream - just a concept Years passed by - countless equations 'Til the theory about me was created I broke their minds Even though I did not exist They were possessed by the dream
No one comes close to me Sometimes I taste the salt from my skin Life goes through my mind I want to be damned
I was predictably influenced By diabolic genius No one thought about possible aftereffects And now?
A failed experiment Well, here I'm held Fenced in but intelligent None of them provides me with affection
None of them provides me with affection They are afraid of me - the moster of a new age Sometimes I wish I was stillborn Sometimes I dream I was simply different