Empty as when you left me

Empty as when you left me
I return the compliments you sent me
The way you fit into my ego
A space suit for a model
But my big head is completely hollow

Your marble eyes won't look at mine
Coated in their cheap polythene screen
My motor is working
But my engine isn't going
And I'm all out of fuel
To feed a criminal, a disciple
A clockwork kinetic economic miracle