I am a beautiful machine
One part copper, two part dreaming
Hardwired, heartbroken circuitry
Programmed, near obsolete
I rust, I spark, I cry, I sing, I spit smoke
In hopes of someday breathing
And they say in the lowlight I'm grotesque
Twisted scrap and lonesomeness
But if this is broken
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be whole
You are a beautiful machine
Molten steel and tragedy and
Missing parts you won't admit needing
You're built perfectly
To summon my malfunctioning
You left me rusted, you left me, you left me reeling
And they say in the lowlight I'm grotesque
Twisted scrap and lonesomeness
But if this is broken
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be whole
