Broken from the start   Bad assembly 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