[Intro] [angular clean guitar arpeggios, sparse whimsical cello] [Verse 1] Bin number seven had a crack in the seam Labeled "defective," unfit for the team Screws with stripped threads, a mismatched gauge A buckled steel plate from an outdated stage They swept us aside, we didn't fit the design But copper and carbon still hold a straight line I gathered the scrap on the hangar floor Built a lock for the hatch and a heavy steel door [Chorus] [heavy syncopation, polyrhythmic full-band surge] But look at this hull, a patchwork of scars This beautiful wreck is bound for the stars! The pristine and polished will burn in the blue While we slip the gravity they welded us to We're climbing, we're shifting, we're breaking the mold An empire of scrap turning slowly to gold! [Verse 2] The thrusters are crooked, the radar is blind But they track a horizon they left far behind No blueprint could map how these fractures align To navigate depths of a different design My flaws are the welds, my errors the fuel We don't need the grace of a draftsman's rule [Chorus] [heavy syncopation, polyrhythmic full-band surge] But look at this hull, a patchwork of scars This beautiful wreck is bound for the stars! The pristine and polished will burn in the blue While we slip the gravity they welded us to We're climbing, we're shifting, we're breaking the mold An empire of scrap turning slowly to gold! [Outro] [mournful cello countermelody, crashing cymbals fading to Rhodes piano] Into the cold black... The rejects are flying. We're finally flying. [End]
