It's these ragged scars, they're mirrors of my soul
In my patchwork life, I struggle to feel whole
Born from another's dreams of hubris and of pain
I'm stitched together, equal pieces angst and shame
I'm the fragments of a dream
Stitched together with care
Embers from the sky above fill my lungs with air
From the ashes of madness, I was given life
By a god that held not fire, but a knife
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
A knife
The result of a spark of a mind that went too far
Not Prometheus, but the flame from his jar
Shaped by hands that stole fire from the gods
Not a man, but a monster, a horrifying fraud
I'm the fragments of a dream
Stitched together with care
Embers from the sky above fill my lungs with air
From the ashes of madness, I was given life
By a god that held not fire, but a knife
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
A knife
I'm embracing all my scars, but won't let them define me
In my reflection, I start to see the man that I need to be
From the depths of my sorrow, my father's voice rings clear
It's alive, he shouts, dissolving all my fear
I'm the fragments of a dream
Stitched together with care
Embers from the sky above fill my lungs with air
From the ashes of madness, I was given life
By a god that held not fire, but a knife
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
A knife
In the flames that burn within, I find my place
Not Prometheus, but born from his grace
I rise from the ashes at the hint of any spark
Fire that burns in my chest, burns away the dark