Back on the shelf I've been placed again Just another toy to await calls to play Seems come undone, one by one Erased by the thread Pulling 'til there's nothing left Oh, some real man you become while you Leave your boy to watch your wife and daughters too But, Scientist, I should have guessed You'd build your puppets without eyes To see if we should inherit Your cold, empty chest But we still have more heart than you Oh, some real man you become while you Leave your boy to watch your wife and daughters too But, Scientist, I should have guessed You'd build your puppets without eyes To see if we should inherit Your cold, empty chest Or do we still have more heart than you?