mechanical hands are the ruler of everything

in the gallows, or the ghetto
in the town or the meadow
in the billows, even over the sun
every end of a time is another begun

you understand, mechanical hands
are the ruler of everything (ah)
ruler of everything (ah)
I'm the ruler of everything
in the end

do you like how I walk? do you like how I talk?
do you like how my face disintegrates into chalk?
I have a wonderful wife
I have a powerful job
she criticises me for being egocentric (ha ha ha)

you practice your mannerisms into the wall
if this mirror were clearer I'd be standing so tall
I saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill
I was observing the birds (circle in for the kill)
I've been you, I know you, your facade is a scam
you know you're making me cry, this is the way that I am
I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scene
detective undercover, brotherhood, objective, obscene
oh, no, no, oh yeah.