There’s a ticking in the chest, a mechanical hitch

I’m looking for the lever, I’m looking for the switch

You’re a short-circuit darling, a beautiful spark

Lighting up the corners of the digital dark.

The lubrication is a mixture of the salt and the oil

We’re waiting for the radiator water to boil

We’re a high-pressure system in a low-rent skin

Trying to remember where the humans begin.

My solenoid heart is skipping a beat

Burned out and broken in the middle of the street

Magnetize the memory, polarize the pain

And do it all over and over again!