Broken from the start
Bad a**embly line
Sent out without spare parts
To ease you from your pain
Some how you had become
More than the sum of your parts
Along with certain problems
Came a soul, a brain, a heart
I was drawn
Like a moth
Into your light
Hard to know
Perfection
For just a little while
Paper capacitors
And tube technologies
Parts wear out after awhile
Happens to everything
A sick and twisted god
If one resides at all
Doing so little for
the one I love the most
Power surge shorted out
Blew your filaments
I'll rebuild bring you back
Until we're one again
I found the last part that I need
In an old goodwill stereo
Soldered it into place
In a few more moments
I should know
Turn your switch to on