From my fathers seed, From my mothers womb,   From my families mold, from a broken tomb      If I am the assembled, from the sins of my father,   And if I am created, by the actions of my mother,   If I was brought to being, by a broken machine.   How could I come to be, sane      Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing   But I was left alive.   My creators fought, I was unfinished…   And I was left behind.      These are my own sins,   This is my own life,   These are those I love,   This, my only wife.      If I was created by a brocken machine,   then I must be reinvented.   Create my own machine.      Twisted and broken, some of the parts are missing   But I was left alive.   My creators fought, I was unfinished…   And I was left behind.