Descartes' Daughter Songtext

If logic is the difference between animals and man
As she was going overboard, well, she was heard to say
I think, therefore I am

Descarte's Daughter was the apple
Of the mind of her father
And the product of the hands
Of a genius clockwork maker
Well, she ain't no procreation
She's just automation
Just the winding of a spring that brings forth
Life's imitation

One wonders, is there a Heaven for machines
One wonders, has she finally gone to pieces
Resting at the bottom with rust that never sleeps
And the ticking of a tock in a breast that never ceases