In my head
There's a pattern of some real emotions
The way I look
I am perfect in my imperfection

Sometimes in a thousand years
We may become unreal
The flesh and bones
Oust by machine

More than a man
Less we're getting less human

You need a song?
There's a programme to compose it for you
You need a boy?
Artificial one will not annoy you

Sometimes in a thousand years
We may become unreal
The flesh and bones
Oust by machine

More than a man
Less we're getting less human