Conductor of Repair

Let's step into my secret brain.
We can leave right now and catch the train
of thought that wires through my veins.
Let's step into my secret brain.

There's a nervous leaking that will not fix.
I've tried to piece it all together, but it doesn't seem to fit.
These toxic labels are a warning, beware;
that the chemicals I contain might not repair.

My robotics are roughly damaged,
Do not try to become mechanically romantic.
To be the operator of my brain will only leave you frantic.
As I fall to pieces, you'll surely panic.

Do you dare to salvage me,
and build me up to be better than before?
Are you here to take up this timely task?
Say no more.

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