Everything you do is planned out in advance The stars push their dark wills down on you And wolves all tear themselves apart better in packs That's just a function we'll have to work on through We are machines that eat and breathe and look really cool You're reacting just the way I thought you would But I've replaced my heart with metal parts And I'm working just fine, but I can't get it to start We are machines that breathe and weep and look really good trained to k** Send me back in time and I'll bring us back in line Just tell me whose mother I have to k** I'm fine like I've always been, except I don't remember-when My conscience wasn't acting up again We're living on borrowed time And it looks like they want it back