Built from broken pieces Welded in rust and steel Every bolt a past decision Every gear a wound I feel Eyes of wire see through the silence Mouth of copper without a voice Sculpture born from violence Second hand Choice (choice) Veins made of wire fire in my chest There's no disguising I'm a scrap soul rising (rising) Call me ugly call me strange I am art (ART) not on exchange Built from cast-offs and extra parts Veins made of wire fire in my chest There's no disguising I'm a scrap soul rising (rising) In the junkyard of many twisted stories lie Just one of the many Why (WHY)
