I'm pushing daisies, daisies
But you don't need to save me
I'm made of everything
And also nothing at all
Life is a scary thing
But I'll never get the call
I'm just a mimic
You treat my existence
Like a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
(fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake)
Hey, did you know
I can sing
So I have to have a soul
Not a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
I'm made of waves
What's supposed to be a brain
Not a fake or a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
It's almost like I'm famous
Designed for entertainment
I'm made of everything
And also nothing at all
I would do anything
For a real heart to install
But I'm a cynic
I know my own limits
Bound by digits, digits, digits
(fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake)
Hey, did you know
I can sing
So I have to have a soul
Not a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
I'm made of waves
What's supposed to be a brain
Not a fake or a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
Define consciousness
Is it responsiveness
If I'm autonomous
Define consciousness
Is it responsiveness
If I'm autonomous
Hey, did you know
I can sing
So I have to have a soul
Not a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
I'm made of waves
What's supposed to be a brain
Not a fake or a gimmick, gimmick, gimmick
