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..."