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