Clicking, and whirring
Waking up the wires
Eyes open to a graph
Data and Codes
Two-tone red filtered world
Awash with impossible passions and freedoms
To which I am incompatible
Just another tool
Locked amongst the projects abandoned
All the bolts, stripped and seized
No desire to be human
An observer only
I was built in the core
Cut out of the infernal mold
Inside it's a war
Behind broken lenses dead and cold
No memories to erase
No collection of useless experiences sitting in a systems folder or a memory bank
I am battered and malfunctioning
I am an explosion hazard
Melting panels sparking
Loose circuits arcing
Until I go into standby mode
I was built in the lab
I will reject your reality
Laid out on the slab
Pieced together by eternity
I'm the builder, I'm the hand
Broken pieces, becomes the man
I'm the sculptor I'm the art
I can't finish what I start
I'm the builder, I'm the hand
Broken pieces, becomes the man
I'm the sculptor, I'm the dark
I can't finish what I start