embracing the inevitable mechanism

I am the human robot: a puppeteer's lost plaything

Of seven pieces: threads torn cloth faded

Seven lonely pieces: I dangle from cruel strings

I am the human robot: I hear you human robot

Dissected and neglected: never allowed a moment's rest

Inside the genius's mind: manipulated again

I watch; I fade, I faint

He paces in his room: the audience cares not

His eyes glazed and wandering: the show must go on

I am the human robot

Born of seven pieces

Trapped within the old man's mind

I am the human robot.

and I wished I were a real girl

but we are programmed to obey.

birthed by undiscerning hand

I am the human puppet

I am the soul of knuts and bolts

I am a heart and mind in a cloth cage

You are the dissembler

Who is the true Pretender?

Assemble me in one, two, three

we are the ones who cannot be free

If I could be engendered

I would be understood.

But in his mind

He's locked me tight

and everyone is selfish.

Neglected, used, ignored, abused

We slink through life with bashful eyes

With no need to surrender,

No need to clamor, clank nor clunk

Because I Am mechanics.

and there is no free will in that.