Good evening, members of the board
The task assigned to me was almost like a chore
I drew up plans and schemes to match
But in the end decided, I should start from scratch
I've got a bag of unused parts
Forgotten best laid plans and malformed, broken hearts
So fin'lly take to making men
For those that don't work out; recycle them again
Is this the makings of a man?
The piercing eyes, the snarl, clenched fists instead of hands
He once had violence for his game
Now man is only violent when he goes insane