Look inside this room
I took this box of things
Broken parts of old machines
And trusted them

All the ways I had learned
From when I was an apprentice
Came into play to make them sing
Even the rusted bits

I used all of my tools
Broke all the rules
Busted the fools
Who made me use my intellect

I deduced from all the clues
Just how to choose
Just what to do
To prove I’m the architect

The finest materials
Or whatever is laying around
It doesn’t matter
This machine is working perfectly
And it won’t stop

The most marvelous blueprints
Or a sketch on envelope scraps
It doesn’t matter
This machine is working perfectly
And it won’t stop

The clockwork precision
Exquisite craftsmanship
As far as you know
I am the architect

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