Magneta Lane

Broken from the start

Bad assembly line 

Sent out without spare parts

To ease you from your pain



Some how you had become

More than the sum of your parts

Along with certain problems

Came a soul, a brain, a heart



I was drawn 

Like a moth 

Into your light

Hard to know

Perfection

For just a little while



Paper capacitors

And tube technologies

Parts wear out after awhile

Happens to everything

A sick and twisted god

If one resides at all

Doing so little for

the one I love the most



Power surge shorted out

Blew your filaments

I'll rebuild bring you back

Until we're one again



I found the last part that I need

In an old goodwill stereo

Soldered it into place

In a few more moments

I should know

Turn your switch to on