Wind-Up Toy

[Verse 1] Voices come from down the hall In my room all painted white I have my bat and rubber ball I like to sleep with them at night [Pre-Chorus] But now I'm all smiles The good little shots must be winning Yes, they crank my dial My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning [Chorus] Daddy won't discuss me What a state I must be Mommy couldn't stand Living with a wind-up toy [Verse 2] All my friends live on the floor Tiny legs and tiny eyes They're free to crawl under the door And, and someday soon so will I [Pre-Chorus] But now I'm all smiles These good little shots must be working I'm so happy now Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking [Chorus] Daddy won't discuss me What a pain I must be Mommy couldn't stand Having such a wound-up boy Doctors want to check me Poke me and dissect me What do they expect? Feelings from a wound-up toy? I don't think so, I'm just a wound-up toy I'm just a wind-up toy [Bridge] I'm lost in a nightmare Shiny white halls Drawing rats on the wall Solitary confinement Chained in a cell Got my own private hell [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Preacher crucifies me Warden wants to fry me I was never young Never just a little boy Daddy won't discuss me What a pain I must be Mama couldn't stand Having such a wound-up boy I'm just a wind-up toy, I'm a wind-up toy I'm just a wind-up toy, I'm just a wind-up toy [Outro] "They come here every night I see them. Don't you see them? Hmm, that's odd, isn't it? I'm so tired, I'm winding down You'll have to go now, it's bedtime!" "Steven..."