With the early dawn, moving by the lawn Shooting by and I fell asleep And in the aching eye of the satellite I was not received Built with stolen parts, telephone in my heart Someone give me a priest To put my mind to death, the singing in my head Is this a cure or is this a disease? Now that's mine, from my creator You gave me a life, now show me how low In the afterbirth on the quiet earth Let the stains remind you You thought you made a man You better think again before my role defies you Now that's mine, from my creator You gave me a life, now show me how low And in your waiting hands I will land And roll out of my skin And in your final hours I will stand Ready to begin Now that's mine, from my creator You gave me a life, now show me how low Show me how low Oh