"My phone is connected to my lifeline.
Nothing but a number on a barcode.
Everything that makes me
is syncing on it.
I don't feel a thing
since I transferred them over.
I want to be a human engine.
Running on nothing but a battery.

I wouldn't have a heart to break.
No more pain or misery.
Don't let me die without a recharge.
Or worse let me overheat.

I'm very precious and fragile.
Don't hurt me,
don't hurt me.
I feel a virus taking over me.

Here comes the gli-li-tches
I feel them taking over me.
Where's the cure?

Too late you threw me out .
I'm among the infected,
waiting to be crushed.
Why did I have to be like this?"