You heart is sleeping

Your mind is weeping

You’re such a pretty toy

Sweet dreams, my robot-boy



I feel your breathing

Your eyes are freezing

We’ve had our little date

Your hatred is my fate



One way

You run away



One way you could run, you’re falling again

One way you could win, you’re failing again



Your body’s aching

Your mind is faking

You’d had what you could get

Can’t see what’s in your head



No chance to lose me

No way to bruise me

I’ve seen holes in your soul

You’ve lost, I gain control