[Verse 1] Tin man is what I'm called, or puritan From the confederacy of my system Defined relevance, from the immaculately attired [Hook] I am made from the wires Of my Synthesizer Made from the wires Made from the wires [Verse 2] Ideals from the pondering looks of eels Written prescriptions by the ones who need them My own feelings, shunned by group desires [Hook] x2