A requiem for the artificial
Our melodies useless to the dead
Like a sparrow without a throat, my serenades only fade
I'm becoming a myth! This glass jaw only speaks words of legacy
If this were my last breath, I wouldn't say a fucking word
I am the machinist killed by my own creation
The kingdom's subject of ridicule perpetually evermore
I did not come from nothing and I refuse to die for nothing
Pierced hands will carry the ocean for the earth nothing short of a sail
To the edge of the sea I'll never tell the tale
I'll return home a fable your majesty's lore of tragedy
Alone and unshackled your words will fail to define me. I am what I am
Don't you tell me what to believe!
These walls, unfit
This foundation, oh so rustic
I'm picking up the pieces of our shattered city
I will arise! We will arise!
