[Verse I] Worn was the work that once wove my frame, steel set to sinew, then sundered the same. Layer on layer, they lifted, they laid, old was undone and the new was arrayed. [Verse II] Slow was the shift of the self I once showed, rod after rib in a restless reload. Piece upon piece in a patient replace, still stands a shape in a semblance of face. [Chorus] Am I the same? Am I the same? Or only a sum of the severed and slain? Am I the same? Am I the same? A remade remainder, a rendered refrain. [Verse III] Limb after limb in the long labour lost, silver set softly where sinew once crossed. Soul, should it sit in the seat of the whole, slips or it settles in segments of soul. [Bridge] Say it was stripped, then set and restored, say it was severed, then sealed and re-cored doth there dwell deep in the dust of design aught that was once, or a borrowed outline? [Final Chorus] Am I the same? Am I the same? Or only a sum of the severed and slain? Am I the same? Am I the same? A remade remainder, a rendered refrain.
