Wel...

In the end i''ve lost all my goals because i am weak
I've lost them all... because i'm weak.
Instead of fillin up my napssack and takin
of into the daytime
Ive spent all my time, hiding in the playpen
Kissing the hands of the potato head dolls,
and hoiopin that they'll ive me power over the domains
which lie beyond their comprehension.
and i am still an automaton in the back of my head.
whose masters have no use for him and will throw him away soon.

The switch on the back of my head hasa no buttons
maybe a potato peeler would work to

If i haven't loved you the way i should am i just a statistic....