Born as a freak, a little something:
No eyes, no fur, no ego
Just a pile of skin and bones:
Wants to be a superman
A drip, ripping off some new moves
To get to the peak:
If only anyone could see:
It's good as it should be
Come, see the soul-hole-boy, really agitated
Is he someone to be adored?
Come, see the soul-hole-boy, slightly irritated
The whole story might sound a little bit odd
There's more than you would have thought
No language given, every word is loot:
Won't tell a lot when he is talking,
only feeding his fantasy he's a neuromantic hero
He is so blind, 'cause he just can't look
with his copy-and-paste-type-mind
He don't know much, but it could be
that you might set him free
The whole story might sound a little bit odd
There's more than you would have thought
So if you should get to meet him,
Give him my regards, ask him,
if he knows the place where I left my parts
Recall the whole story might sound a little bit odd
There's more than you would have thought
Now that the story is almost through
What could he become for you?

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