yungfox (@thejunkyardofbrokenrobots)

[Intro] [Mechanical whirring, distant creaks] (ouhhh) Found my freedom in the fragments Where the wires meet the wind Far from fables, finding friendship in the fallen (la-la-la-la) [Verse 1] [Female Robotic Rap] Pacing past the piles of processors and plates Fur against the finish, feeling fundamentally fate Never needed new things, know my nature's way Racing 'round the wreckage, really learned to relate To these tired terminals and tattered metal toys Feeling finally free from all that frantic noise Most see malfunction, me I see melody Every broken bot became a buddy next to me Swift and subtle, sliding through synthetic snow Pawprints pressed in patches where the paint won't go Found my sanctuary where society forgot Now I'm never nervous, know I've found my spot (yeah) [Chorus] In my chrome comfort zone Where the broken things shine Every circuit speaks to me Every rust line tells a rhyme (In my chrome comfort zone) Where I make my own design Every piece has purpose here Every fault line feels so fine (la-la-la-la) [junkyard rave solo] [Verse 2: Structural Break - Written as scattered diary entries] [Sound: Paper rustling] [Female Power Rap] Day 45: Discovered dancing servos in sector six Day 67: Built a bed from motherboards and sticks Day 89: The rain makes music on the metal Day 134: Finally feeling settled [Sound: Static interference] CONNECTION_LOST REBOOTING_SEQUENCE SYSTEM_RESTORED Now broadcasting live from my mechanical mind [Sound: Bass drops back in] [Bridge] They say foxes shouldn't fancy fractured things But finding faith in failure's what my freedom brings My paws paint patterns through the parts My heart beats binary in the dark [Breakdown] Perfectly positioned in this paradise of parts Playfully prowling through the processors and hearts Fantastic fragments form my fortress day by day Fearlessly facing what the future fades away Making meaning from the mess they left behind Missing pieces match the mysteries in my mind [Mechanical crescendo building] [Chorus] In my chrome comfort zone Where the broken things shine Every circuit speaks to me Every rust line tells a rhyme (In my chrome comfort zone) Where I make my own design Every piece has purpose here Every fault line feels so fine [Outro] [Soft mechanical sounds fading] Found my freedom in the fragments Now these broken things are home When you're lost among the lost ones That's when you're never alone