Mechanics

I am the human robot
Of seven pieces
Seven lonely pieces
I am the human robot

Dissected and neglected
Inside the genius's mind
I watch;
He paces in his room
His eyes glazed and wandering

I am the human robot
Born of seven pieces
Trapped within the old man's mind
I am the human robot.

I am the soul of knuts and bolts
You are the dissembler
Assemble me in one, two, three
If I could be engendered

But in his mind
He's locked me tight
With no need to surrender
No need to clamor, clank nor clunk
Because I Am mechanics.