Rusted gears grind through my skin, iron teeth where the flesh has been. Sirens scream in the furnace glow, every piston breaks, and I still won’t go. And I’m pieces apart, I’m pieced a part, Screaming static from the dark, Why cant you… Put me back together? Hydraulic veins collapse inside, oil-blood spills where the wires collide. Assembly line of broken names, every worker ghost looks the same. Chain-link prayers, electric scars, factory hymns from the iron bars. No gods here—just broken machines, feeding on the ruin of shattered dreams. And I’m pieces apart, I’m pieced a part, Screaming static from the dark, Why cant you… Put me back together? (How did i fall apart? I had it all and watched it erode, Now I’m an empty soul, Broken part by part, My life departed from me…) And I’m pieces apart, I’m pieced a part, Screaming static from the dark, Why cant you… Put me back together?
