Hes sick    Hes pulling the skin right from his bones    And in the seperation she will unfold    She'll unfold, shell unfold in this seperation       Leave the seems    You were nothing but tearing fabric sewn together by dark romantics   Swindling her threads string by string the fakest skin    She was born by mechanical building, made of fabric strings and elastic       She was diseased, piece after piece, and the struggeling was killing me    She was diseased, piece after piece, and the struggeling was killing me    He spun her around and around    Beating her down, down, down    She was diseased, piece after piece and the struggeling was killing me      Shes was false she wasn't nothing at all that stare and i havn't seen you    Machines built her    Leave the seems you were nothing but tearing fabric sewn together by dark romantics   Is there space between us and the love machine   I saw the threads in her eyes He spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind    He spent his time on your hands on your hands He spent his time on your hand