Wind-Up Toy

Voices come from down the hall

In my room all painted white

I have my bat and rubber ball

I like to sleep with them at night

But now I'm all smiles

The good little shots must be winning

Yes, they crank my dial

My motor is stalled

But my wheels are still spinning

Daddy won't discuss me

What a state I must be

Mommy couldn't stand living

With a wind-up toy

All my friends live on the floor

Tiny legs and tiny eyes

They're free to crawl under the door

And, and someday soon so will I

But now I'm all smiles

These good little shots must be working

I'm so happy now

Look, my fingers don't shake

And my head isn't jerking

Daddy won't discuss me

What a pain I must be

Mommy couldn't stand having

Such a wound-up boy

Doctors want to check me

Poke me and dissect me

What do they expect?

Feelings from a wound-up toy?

I don't think so

I'm just a wound-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm lost in a nightmare

Shiny white halls

Drawing rats on the wall

Solitary confinement

Chained in a cell

Got my own private hell

Preacher crucifies me

Warden wants to fry me

I was never young

Never just a little boy

Daddy won't discuss me

What a pain I must be

Mama couldn't stand having

Such a wound-up boy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

"Steven, they come here everynight

I see them. Don't you see them?

Hmm, that's odd, isn't it?

I'm so tired, I'm winding down.

You'll have to go now, it's bedtime!"