I got twenty 20/20 vision with a plastic coated eye
My carbon fibre heart means that I’ve got longer to die
Nylon plug in socket joints, the latest thing in hip
For real bite titanium crowns gleam white inside my lip
I’m a product of my age and a triumph of the skill
The sum of all the parts that someone left me in their will
My former self’s in storage waiting for the day to dawn
When I can be rebuilt anew, the son of man reborn
Give me back my eyes to see
Give me back my hands to feel
Give me back a heart to beat
Give me back a tongue to speak
My cheekbones’ finely chiselled and there’s not a stitch in sight
I’m laser etched perfection, looking good in any light
My silky smooth complexion’s fine, it needs no loving care
To cap it all an everlasting self trim head of hair
Give me back my legs to run
Give me back my hair to comb
Give me back my arms to hold
Give me back a mouth to sing
Give me back a nose to smell
Give me back a lung to breathe
Give me back a face to wear
Give me back a throat to scream
