| Dismantling the clockwork that makes me the cynic |
| Pallet, wheel and click |
| The properties of my indifference |
| Reverse-engineering what makes it tick |
| Dissecting the fine-tuned mechanism |
| Rack and barrel, spring and pin |
| Its synchronous characteristics |
| To kill what makes it spin |
| Disassemble this machinery |
| Re-program these eyes, undo this design |
| Labelled and filed, each part indexed |
| Broken to pieces then thoroughly burned |
| Deconstruction of what I am |
| Buried to make sure he never returns |
| Taken apart, defused, blueprints turned to ashes |
| Eradicate the last remains, remnants of the insane |
| Disintegration, the destruction of me now imperative |
| To purge myself of this condition, complete this dissolution a necessity |
| Break this deceitful machine |
| A lie, what once I was, obsolete instrument |
| An outmoded contraption, a malfunctioning device |
| That callous self now extinguished, that malignant self now disused |
| That conceited invention to nothing now reduced |
| Complete disintegration, the destruction of me now imperative |
| To purge myself of this condition, complete this dissolution a necessity |
| Break this deceitful machine |