Blueprint

I've got these feelings but there's no more to say,
And anyway, I caught my tongue in a trap.
I've devised a plan that can swindle twenty men to make you mine, make you mine, make you mine, mine all mine.
I've got these feelings but I can't feel a thing,
And anyway, I caught my tongue in a trap.
I keep a government locked in the back, so take a step back, step back...I am a heart attack.
I have found a reason for this catastrophe.
I have found a reason.
I've got a message that is written in code
But often all my words are jumbled and trapped.
I tied a piano to a pulley above, the telly's calling all cars calling all cars calling all...ha.
No no, do not abort. This is a blueprint for dismantling me.