| And then I thought I saw something
|
| Somewhere far in the distance
|
| At least two hours on foot
|
| Some place where, perhaps, I might find something
|
| Something important, once mine
|
| A part of me, and then I thought,
|
| «What if I could reach out, and get there
|
| And bring it back?»
|
| This way I am more like you
|
| And you are more like her
|
| And she is more like him
|
| And he is more like us
|
| And we are more like them, all of them
|
| This is me, flattering, don’t you think?
|
| What am I really? |
| Expanding greyness?
|
| Blood and bone? |
| Blood and bone?
|
| Rather exposing, now
|
| Naked teeth, Benadryl
|
| Naked teeth, Benadryl
|
| Would you have recognised me?
|
| If only I hadn’t told you
|
| If only they hadn’t shown you
|
| I could still have a face
|
| Is there anything worse than being transparent?
|
| Is there anything worse than being transparent?
|
| I’m data now
|
| I’m data, data
|
| I am data, only data
|
| Without face, without shape, without soul
|
| I am data, I am data, see me, study me
|
| Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
|
| Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
|
| Without shape, without soul, layer by layer (data, I am data)
|
| I appear, the walls rapidly joining
|
| Layer by layer, I see right through you
|
| Is there anything worse than being transparent?
|
| Prayers unfelt going around my
|
| Temperature dropping, anxiety rising
|
| Blood and bone, blood and bone
|
| Closed lips consume
|
| I wonder what will become of my last hiding place
|
| Can every door be opened? |
| Is there really no shelter?
|
| Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
|
| Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
|
| Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
|
| See me, study me
|
| Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
|
| Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
|
| Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
|
| See me, study me
|
| Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
|
| Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
|
| Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
|
| I appear, the walls rapidly joining
|
| Layer by layer, you see right through me
|
| I wonder what will become of my last hiding place
|
| Can every door be opened? |
| Is there really no shelter? |