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It breaths!
What stands before us
is not a machine.
It breaths, it will bleed and it
dies!
It´s body is covered
in hundred of wires.
And the mouth that attemps to speak,
it attemps to lie!
Only murmurs
collapse from it´s jaws!
And I don´t want a world,
a world without love!
But I rise,
beyond dead will pride.
Bree bree!
Beyond this life!
So sleep,
sleep among us
and hesitate no more!
Entombment of a machine!
We kneel and we plead for no,
mourning ahead of us,
with only delayed movements
from it´s figure!
We all begin to strain!
The Entombment of a machine!
The Entombment of a machine!
What stands before us
is not a machine.
What stands before us
is not a machine.
My legs weaken at the site
of this damaged program!
For this program kept you breathing,
it kept you alive!
These circuits
diffused once more!
It´s body is covered
in hundred of wires.
Only murmurs, collapse
from its scream.
Entombment of a machine!
But I saw it die!
But I saw it die!
But I saw it dead!
But I saw it die!
We saw it die!
We watched it die!
