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