I pray You watched as my soul caught fire Became what my world required And shone in the dark The gray These signals still cloud my mind The knowing I'll never find My own missing parts
I am something new With no hope left but you Transistors where my soul once could be Cold and lonely Take me in your arms
God's voice falls silently She's turned her back on me So where's the afterlife for a machine The last signal alive Imagined or contrived The mother of my circuits' fading dreams
Washed clean Of humanity Can you recognize my pieces With your vision ceaseless My soul's prosthesis Calls a final prayer A prayer When no one's there
To the mother of the spark I feel you in the dark A fleeting voice I trust to lead me home
God's voice falls silently She's turned her back on me So where's the afterlife for a machine The last signal alive Imagined or contrived The mother of my circuits' fading dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.