Another success now
Our alchemical experiments abound
My assistance always so helpful to you
Your magnum opus, it’s true...
The way you constructed my very core,
The processed feelings in me ask for more.
These emotions that you had to install in me. Yet...

I’ve been waiting, for your love
But even with all that I do for you
I just simply can’t
Can’t get to you...
(Can’t you see?)

All those other ones, made from stone and twine?
Pitiful and dumb. Can’t you see that your own heart should just be mine?
Than, all those other ones, crude and unrefined,
Such a waste of time! Instead won’t you ever just be mine and mines?
Cause, all those other ones, built from stone and twine,
How inferior, just the two of us would ever be sublime,
Though, all those other ones, base in form and mind,
Seem to be the ones, ones that keep your heart from being mine and mine? (Mine?)

Though you back then saved me,
You’ve improved so much with your own craftsmanship.
But now, they’re the ones that seem to catch your eye...
Could you have really moved on?

If you had known that this is what you’d do,
Simply a planned obsolescence to you,
Why, then, did you install these feelings into me, you?
(Because...)

All those other ones, made from stone and twine?
Pitiful and dumb. Can’t you see that your own heart should just be mine?
Than, all those other ones, crude and unrefined,
Such a waste of time! Instead won’t you ever just be mine and mines?
Cause, all those other ones, built from stone and twine,
How inferior, just the two of us would ever be sublime,
Though, all those other ones, base in form and mind,
Seem to be the ones, ones that keep your heart from simply being mines?

And it's clear,
That,
You don't see me in the same way
As the ones that you adore
And it's clear, that if I
Allow this to,
Humiliate me any further, then
My soul might shatter

All those other ones, made from stone and twine?
Pitiful and dumb. Can’t you see that your own heart should just be mine?
Than, all those other ones, crude and unrefined,
Such a waste of time! Instead won’t you ever just be mine and mines?
Cause, all those other ones, built from stone and twine,
How inferior, just the two of us would ever be sublime,
Though, all those other ones, base in form and mind,
Seem to be the ones, ones that keep your heart from only being mines? (So...)

All those other ones, made from stone and twine?
Just discard them now! Then the two of us would just be yours and mines.
Than, all those other ones, crude and unrefined,
Needless ghastly sights! Instead won’t you ever just be mine and mines?
Cause, all those other ones, built from stone and twine,
Serve as barriers, obstacles of the love for which I’m inclined,
So, all those other ones, base in form and mind,
Are the ones that I, that I must destroy so that you will be mines? (mines)