I cut myself with ice
and the right side of the nicest knife
I think that I might like you;
you think I might be nuts
She said to find the cause
the pause I sought among the lost
and tossed away the days we spent
Time sinks into the cuts

One pin to mark the chart
to wrap a ribcage round a heart
To map the crap that I went through
when she said “My love, I heart you”

I hurt myself for fun
You’re my trigger, I’m your gun
You think that I might love you
I think you may be right
She said to find the cause
the line above the exit clause
She had claws, and pearly whites
and kitty liked to bite

One pin to mark the chart
to wrap a ribcage round a heart
To map the crap that I went through
when she said “My heart, I love you”

Cast-iron broken heart
Stainless steel plating
while we’re waiting
for her next new part
She’s state-of-the-art

Plastic soldiers, rubber balls,
golden idols, cyber-dolls
Tinfoil girls and nylon boys
All the pretty little toys

They took a Polaroid,
declared me null and void,
but I was the fairest one of all
The only toy I need
is a polyphonic needle
Audio, the cyber-doll

Broken spirits, broken jaws
Major problems, minor flaws
Strung-out girls and twisted boys
All of these defective toys

My dreams are now destroyed
by thoughts so paranoid
but I won’t be the last to fall
The only toy I need
is a monophonic needle
Audio, the cyber-doll

Audio consisted of
green eyes and computer nodes,
wires and designer clothes
a smile to melt through frozen hearts
and a few unstable parts

Audio insisted on
thinking she could not be hurt
A goddess in a sequined skirt
Her nerves were copper cased in steel
so I was sent to help her feel

Audio was listed as
a high-end doll in high demand
A pressure that she never planned
and wires and designer clothes
were worthless when her systems froze

Earth received word
of an angel gone rogue
and raised her back up
as a starlet in vogue

Such a pretty face,
but she never understood her place

Broken spirit, broken jaw
Fight the system, tooth and claw
Trash the city, cash a check
Pull my hair and bite my neck
Sickly is the newest style
Quickly, this may take a while
Invade the airwaves, check my site
A fight to win’s a neck to bite

God and country, no money to burn
Each second wasted was a penny to earn
So you tasted like freedom to me
from the perfect little android I’m expected to be

I’m a model, if you know what I mean
I’m the new face of the lost and unclean
I’m a model, if you know what I mean
I’m Joan of Arc, off medication, with a sewing machine

Call me the it-girl, the fad of the week
with trackmarks next to neckbites
It’s so heroin-chic

I love it when you make that face
Your eyes smile and the room lights up
All decked out in chains and lace,
you found the perfect place to go
I love it when you dance like that
I feel young and the club lights up
So lithe, so lifelike, kitty cat
Each setback only helps us grow

Don’t fall behind, dollface
Don’t fall into a trap
that takes your smiling eyes away
like a rubber band
I never planned would snap

I love it when you touch me there
The world melts and my head lights up
I love it how you seem to care
Your happiness reflects my own
I love it when we talk like this
My head melts and the world lights up
The cameras click, you blow a kiss
I love how close we’ve grown

Don’t fall behind, dollface
Don’t fall into a trap
that takes your smiling eyes away
like a rubber band
I never planned would snap

Every other day I fly
to new places to meet people who
don’t care if I live or die,
so I lie to their faces

There’s never real sincerity
and I don’t want their charity
I just want to get back home
into the arms of Clarity

Strike a pose, bat your eyes
Couture clothes, all oversized
Hate the girls, avoid the boys
I’m one of those defective toys

Don’t break my stride
with shifting blames
Don’t leave my side
and don’t play games

Little girl lost, never ever found
Storm-tossed thoughts on a muddy ground

In inner space we’re free from our pains
Decked in lace and bound in chains

I watch my dreams
go up in flames
I hatch my schemes
I stake my claims

Little girl lost, her life’s a blur
Storm-tossed thoughts all wrapped in fur

We know our names and we know our place
Decked in chains and bound with lace