Wires Where My Heart Was

Wires Where My Heart Was I woke up inside the blueprint With a numbers-station tongue They were measuring the space Where the wild blood used to run Didn’t feel the pliers twisting Didn’t feel the copper slide Now I’m checking my reflection Just to see if I’m alive There’s a hum inside the drywall There’s a flicker in the grid They are trading what I am For the things I never did The signal’s getting clear The static’s getting small Wires where my heart was Dead grip on the line They rewired the engine But they told me it was mine Count the pulse, check the skin Watch the cold machine begin Wires where my heart was And the building’s moving in There’s a row of empty cubicles Where the ghosts of people sit Exchanging plastic handshakes For a little piece of light I can feel the system loading I can hear the gears comply It’s a very quiet murder When you teach a heart to lie There’s a hum inside the drywall There’s a flicker in the grid They are trading what I am For the things I never did The signal’s getting clear The ceiling’s getting low Wires where my heart was Dead grip on the line They rewired the engine But they told me it was mine Count the pulse, check the skin Watch the cold machine begin Wires where my heart was And the building’s moving in Wires where my heart was Dead grip on the line They rewired the engine But they told me it was mine Count the pulse, check the skin Watch the cold machine begin Wires where my heart was Wires where my heart was I can’t hear it anymore It’s working perfectly.