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.