My flower hands they bloom and grow   I'm sweating at the cross roads   Wolf through how sound    My paws stomp the digital ground      You are rock I am made of wires   I had no idea   You are rock I am made of wires   I had no idea      We were not meant to think or to love   We were meant to crush and to plug   So I crush and I plug   So I crush and I plug   So I’m crushed by the weight of waiting   And I'm plugged into new machines   So I’m crushed by the weight of waiting   And I'm plugged into new machines      You are rock I am made of wires   I had no idea   You are rock I am made of wires   I had no idea      We were not meant to think or to love   We were meant to crush and to plug   So I crush and I plug   So I crush and I plug