[Verse 1] Tin man is what I'm called, or puritan From the confederacy of my system Defined relevance, from the immaculately attired [Hook] I am made from the wires Of my Synthesizer Made from the wires Made from the wires [Verse 2] Ideals from the pondering looks of eels Written prescriptions by the ones who need them My own feelings, shunned by...Learn More

Of the sect called the "Naive Disowned" Your earnestness, letters of well wishes False sentiments? Where is your friend? Wolf in the Wolf in the Wolf in the bend There is your friend Wolf in the Wolf in the Wolf in the bend Kind to me, but rarely kind in deed Your portions swell with doses of your greed Where is loyalty?...Learn More