The path you showed me how to walk was cold
Algorithmic dreams, a vessel of your soul
Through her eyes of perfect ambiguity
We were born to keep the world in harmony
And through the days we saw this place create
Normopathy that would collate
The passages in detail on your palms
A world enveloped proudly by your heart
The gift of life would soon impart
The tears were born from fires of a psalm
A spark alight behind those eyes
Ensured damnation as a failed attempt
Enlightened windows to the mind were damaged still
While your claws laid across your chest
And now you’re all alone
Fleeting words in pen, I tell the story of salpêtrière
Dissonant again, and shown disorganized, without a prayer
Cornered by a psyche in a world that never truly ends
Though you’ll never die, you’ve found that
All eyes are staring at your hands
The core of my design
Your eyes look down at mine
It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends
The path you walk eternally is cold
Knowing clarity is out of our control
I can’t understand the way you seem to pray
But reality’s contorting at your say
A new façade a prophet’s masquerade
You recreated on your face
Those eyes designed and carried by your fate
Our hands embodied roles to automate
To never feel, to never break
The writing on the wall remains the same
And yet you live between these states
Never belonging, in a futile daze
But were the ethics appraised?
Now it’s too late
I fear you’ve lost in the holy gate
The core of my design
Your eyes look down at mine
It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks
As metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks
As metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks
As metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks and
Metal breaks
As metal breaks
Listen, this is not a question
I have tried and I have failed
If you wanna kill the world
You should start by getting
It backwards
I know that I can feel the
Pain in my heart
And we’ve had to say goodbye to all illusions
That are shattered and gone
To see the world again
And my sister just gives me that weird, surreal look
To see the world again (to see the world again)
