There are somethings that escape me
I find them hard to comprehend
It's like these problems, they happen like clockwork, giving into repetition in the end
Just give me something I can fix
blood and metal, sweat and bricks
It's automatic, I just want to fix things
even if there is no easy way
I am a fixer, made of broken parts
but I know thats the way I'm made
Laying out these half built schematics
the things I over simplify
But there is so much choking comfort
in giving up trying to try
Just give me something I can fix
blood and metal, sweat and bricks
It's automatic, I just want to fix things
even if there is no easy way
I am a fixer, made of broken parts
but I know thats the way I'm made
Mechanical
Such fragile things, but we aren't built to suffer?
Let's heal brittle bones next to each other

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