My twisted world has just began

My mellow thoughts have scratched and clawed

It's hard to see just who I am

Behind all this old dust and sawed

Somethings reshaping, reforming me

It presses and stretches and stresses me.

It's banging and clanging and hurting me

But, the machinery isn't what defines me

I'll travel the world, i'd sail the sees

I'd climb mountains, I'll let myself freeze

To see the me I want to be

This machinery doesn't define me