[Verse 1] There’s a stranger’s rhythm underneath my chest. A foreign engine that won't let me rest. The scratch on the file says I’m "saved" and I’m "whole," But I’m just a vessel for a secondhand soul. [Pre-chorus] Whose ghost did I swallow? Whose breath did I steal? To keep this machine made of muscle and steel? [Chorus] I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! Building my joy... on a stranger’s grief! [Verse] Stitched together. Grafted and bound. I’m walking on a grave that’s never been found. It’s a cannibal’s mercy. A surgical debt. A life I can't honor, a face I haven't met. [Pre-chorus] Whose ghost did I swallow? Whose breath did I steal? To keep this machine made of muscle and steel? [Chorus] I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! Building my joy... on a stranger’s grief! [Bridge] Does the heart remember the old name? Does the blood still burn with the same flame? [Instrumental] [Pre-chorus] Whose ghost did I swallow? Whose breath did I steal? To keep this machine made of muscle and steel? [Chorus] I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! I’m a patchwork man! A biological thief! (you are a patchwork man!) (A biological thief!) yes yes i am (you are a patchwork man!) (A biological thief!) yes i am a thief Building my joy... on a stranger’s grief! [Outro] Building my joy... on a stranger’s grief
