[Short Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I’m not your average guy, my bolts don’t fit just right, Half my seams split open in the middle of the night. I know a little place where the doors don’t squeak, Open up the freezer, grab the parts I seek. [Pre-Chorus] It’s a midnight heist in my stitched-up skin, No eyes to watch, so I slip right in. [Chorus] I’m made of pieces, parts, and poor decisions, Born from lightning storms and wild ambitions. Swap an arm, swap a leg when the rot starts to spread, With these new feet, I’ll be two steps ahead. [Verse 2] Summertime’s a nightmare, I’m sweating through my shirt, Makeup’s running rivers, yeah, the heat’s starting to hurt. These sleeves are hot as hell, but they’re hiding every line, Every stitch tells a story, and none of them are kind. [Pre-Chorus] I play it cool while the face paint’s streaking, And the scent of latex glue is quietly leaking. [Chorus] I’m made of pieces, parts, and poor decisions, Stitched together with glue and contradictions. Mix some blush with foundation to match my skin tone, I’m a patchwork guy, but I make it my own. [Bridge] Now they’ve got cameras in the lab hallways, Guess they got tired of my midnight forays. Shadows closing in and my pulse won’t slow, Every step I take’s where I don’t want to go. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Blue lights flashing and I’m almost caught, Guess I’ve danced to this beat for a little too long. One last dash but they’re gaining on me, And I hear them yell, “Drop that kidney!” [Pre-Chorus] Guess the jig is up and the joyride’s done, Still, that was one hell of a monster run. [Chorus] I’m made of pieces, parts, and poor decisions, Built on midnight raids and acquisitions. Swap a heart, swap a brain if you know the right doc, Just don’t get caught when the part shop’s locked. [Outro] [Spoken Word] "Uh, officer, I can explain. This arm? Totally mine. Well… mostly. The cooler? Uh… family picnic. …Yeah, I’m gonna need a lawyer." [Fade-Out]
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