Broken from the start Bad assembly line Sent out without spare parts To ease you from your pain Some how you had become More than the sum of your parts Along with certain problems Came a soul, a brain, a heart I was drawn Like a moth Into your light Hard to know Perfection For just a little while Paper capacitors And tube technologies Parts wear out after awhile Happens to everything A sick and twisted god If one resides at all Doing so little for The one I love the most Power surge shorted out Blew your filaments I'll rebuild bring you back Until we're one again I found the last part that I need In an old goodwill stereo Soldered it into place In a few more moments I should know Turn your switch to on