In my head There's a pattern of some real emotions The way I look I am perfect in my imperfection Sometimes in a thousand years We may become unreal The flesh and bones Oust by machine More than a man Less we're getting less human You need a song? There's a programme to compose it for you You need a boy? Artificial one will not annoy you Sometimes in a thousand years We may become unreal The flesh and bones Oust by machine More than a man Less we're getting less human