They want to understand me.

They want to know how I work.

They want to cut me open and see my gears

Turning and turning.

They want me to tell all my secrets,

Tell my every thought,

So they can analyze it under a microscope

And say that they've figured me out.

If you insist on hearing my secrets,

I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

Believe me, it's for your own good.

Some things are just too dark for the light.