I am a beautiful machine

One part copper, two part dreaming

Hardwired, heartbroken circuitry

Programmed, near obsolete

I rust, I spark, I cry, I sing, I spit smoke

In hopes of someday breathing

And they say in the lowlight I′m grotesque

Twisted scrap and lonesomeness

But if this is broken

I don't wanna be, I don′t wanna be whole

You are a beautiful machine

Molten steel and tragedy and

Missing parts you won't admit needing

You're built perfectly

To summon my malfunctioning

You left me rusted, you left me, you left me reeling

And they say in the lowlight I′m grotesque

Twisted scrap and lonesomeness

But if this is broken

I don′t wanna be, I don't wanna be whole