Voices come from down the hall. In my room all painted white. I have my bat and rubber ball. I like to sleep with them at night. But now I'm all smiles. The good little shots must be winning. Yes they crank my dial. My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning. Daddy won't discuss me. What a state I must be. Mommy couldn't stand living with a wind-up toy. All my friends live on the floor. Tiny legs and tiny eyes. They're free to crawl under the door. And and someday soon so will I. But now I'm all smiles. These good little shots must be working. I'm so happy now. Look my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking. Daddy won't discuss me. What a pain I must be. Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy. Doctors want to check me. Poke me and dissect me. What do they expect?. Feelings from a wound-up toy?. I don't think so. I'm just a wound-up toy. I'm just a wind-up toy. I'm lost in a nightmare. Shiny white halls. Drawing rats on the wall. Solitary confinement. Chained in a cell. Got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me. Warden wants to fry me. I was never young. Never just a little boy. Daddy won't discuss me. What a pain I must be. Mama couldn't stand having such a wound-up boy. I'm just a wind-up toy. I'm a wind-up toy. I'm just a wind-up toy I'm just a wind-up toy. "Steven...". "They come here everynight.. I see them. Don't you see them?. Hmm that's odd isn't it?. I'm so tired I'm winding down.. You'll have to go now it's bedtime!".