Plastic Paradox

The man with the plastic face He has cloudy, liquid eyes His fibre moustache and the thick dense fog Strengthen his disguise As he stops to check the time His circuits start to glow Then a figure comes to greet him With a face he used to know It's a face in a leather case It's a face he used to own It's a face that moved through time and space And now he's come to take it home There was a subtle smell of sulphur As he made time stand still He unclenched his plastic hand To expose a yellow pill Then his sub processor skipped To where it all began To a time before his micro chips When he was still a man