I am a tender something  Caught in a golden cage  The wonder of new age  Created in a moving dream - just a concept  Years passed by - countless equations  'Til the theory about me was created  I broke their minds  Even though I did not exist  They were possessed by the dream    No one comes close to me  Sometimes I taste the salt from my skin  Life goes through my mind  I want to be damned    I was predictably influenced  By diabolic genius  No one thought about possible aftereffects  And now?    A failed experiment  Well, here I'm held  Fenced in but intelligent  None of them provides me with affection    None of them provides me with affection  They are afraid of me - the moster of a new age  Sometimes I wish I was stillborn  Sometimes I dream I was simply different