And with the early dawn

Moving right along

I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep

And in the aching sight under satellites

I was not received

Built with stolen parts

A telephone in my heart

Someone get me a priest

To put my mind to bed

This ringing in my head

Is this a cure or is this a disease



Nail in my hand

From my creator

You gave me life

Now show me how to live



And in the after birth

On the quiet Earth

Let the stains remind you

You thought you made a man

You better think again

Before my role defines you



Nail in my hand

From my creator

You gave me life

Now show me how to live



And in your waiting hands

I will land

And roll out of my skin

And in your final hours I will stand

Ready to begin