Cold, Rigid And Remote

Born and dead, reborn restored
With memories
And thought installed
Designed to live a thousand times
Just waiting her impatiently

I am so confused, my mind seems trapped inside this artificial skin

Why am I
Why am I
Unlike man
Without life
Why am I
Unlike man
Without dreams
I am cold rigid and remote

Flesh and bone close to perfection
Without mission no direction

Waiting for your fatal action
Like a tool of mass destruction