A grievous thing a heart can be swinging like a pendulum
I want it out for it's proved to be quite a bit meddlesome
Piece me together one of steel with four chambers made of gold
And spare me the pain of which I have heard and you yourself have told
Let me abide by my own rules when learning to use the thing
And if it fails to work effortlessly, it to the ground I will fling
I stand frustrated with all these games of emotion and feeling
So off to the side I bleed and wait while my metal heart is healing