I stay in my room,

All alone in the gloom,

What need I of light?

Machines they can see in the night,

And I feel no pain

Metal heart and a metal brain,

But something is wrong

'cause I still feel that signal coming in so



I stand at your door,

I guess I'll wait a moment more

Your hall light comes on

And now my turn to fire upon

But I wheel away

Defer my plight, for another day

To dream of your face

But a video scren takes its place