Broken from the start Bad a**embly line Sent out without spare parts To ease you from your pain Some how you had become More than the sum of your parts Along with certain problems Came a soul, a brain, a heart I was drawn Like a moth Into your light Hard to know Perfection For just a little while Paper capacitors And tube technologies Parts wear out after awhile
Happens to everything A sick and twisted god If one resides at all Doing so little for the one I love the most Power surge shorted out Blew your filaments I'll rebuild bring you back Until we're one again I found the last part that I need In an old goodwill stereo Soldered it into place In a few more moments I should know Turn your switch to on