We're in the building where they make us grow and I'm frightened by the liquid engineers, like you. My mallory heart is sure to fail. I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real, like you. The sound of metal, I want to be you. I should learn to be a man, like you. Plug me in and turn me on, ah, everything is moving now. I need my treatment, it's tomorrow. They send me singing "I am an American," do you? Picture this; if I should make the change I'd love to pull the wires from the wall. Did you? And who are you, and how could I try? Here inside I like the metal. Don't you? All I know is no one dies. I'm still confusing love with need.