I saw him there, not a real boy;
His arm reveling circuits and wire,
He was abandoned then, obsolete,
Just a toy, a puppet, made by man,
So the sad fairy tale of life is told,
Through the eyes of a machine.
Chorus: So we would all leave him there, I
n that scrap heap of metal people,
In that graveyard of lonely people.
Where you'll find yourself someday
Open your eyes, and hear the voice,
Of a boy, looks about nine, he whispers;
"Hey, look at me, I'm just like you.
Only difference is my wires are red;
And your veins are blue."
So we would all leave him there, I
n that scrap heap of metal people,
In that graveyard of lonely people,
Where you'll find yourself someday
We could save them, but their different,
So we walk away, because we're better,
Leaving behind the half-dead people,
Running from all the different people,
You're going to find your self alone someday