On a bench with open chest
Bared accus and wires,
Like often before,
Before it is being perfected
Before it is being repaired

Holding tight an iron hand
Masked my face, washed my hands
Dissasemble the engine
Before it can be perfected
Before it can be prepared

I your ears I whisper now
How I feel: "I love you"
And tear out your heart
Before you're perfected
Before you're being prepared

Though Thou art my beloved
Thou still couldst not be spared
Cyborgs get murdered
Before they're being perfected
Before they're being repaired

Changed in a season
I stare up to a light
My arms are shiv'ring
I must close my eyes

I feel your warm breath near me
Your hands reaching down
The light in my head dies
Before I'm being perfected
Before we will live on...repaired