He wakes up
A machine starting up
He stands up
Exhausted from his dreams
Broken up
Can't start up
A world with all the things
Meaning nothing
He wakes up
Coiled like a spring
Twisted up
And he cannot attract attention
'Cause it will leave him too wound up
And that kind of frustration
Is too much
It's too much
So look, don't touch
Look at the machine
So distraught
He's shaking on a string
Breaking up
But who's pulling on the strings?
And why make a machine
Designed for nothing?
Yeah, why start up a machine
Tell it what it needs
And send it down a dead-end road?
Send me down a dead-end road...