It's good to feel your warm prosthetic hand upon my metal headnIt's nice to feel your soft synthetic touch upon my livid skinnIt's hard to hear your cruel and wicked tongue upon my timid earsnIt's good to know you're realnOh electric eyes, this love is visualnSo we breathe into a polyurethane lung choking on oxygennPlastic tragedy so they cannot see your ghost when you are dead and gone