What stands before us is not a machine.
It breathes, it will bleed, and it dreams.

It's body is covered in hundreds of wires.
And the mouth, it attempts to speak
It attempts to lie.

Only murmers
Collapse from it's jaws.
And a world, a world without.
A world without you
We'll rise. The Dead will pride.
It breathes, beyond this life
So sleep.

Sleep among us and hesitate no more.
Entomb-ment of-a ma-chine.
We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us.
With only delayed movements, from it's figure
We all begin to strain.

Entombment of a machine.
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 sight of this damaged program.
This program kept you breathing.
It kept you alive.
These circuits diffused once more.

It's body is covered in, in hundreds of wires.
Only murmurs collapse, from it's scream.

Entombment of a machine.

But I saw it die.
But I saw it die.
But I saw it die.
But I saw it die.
We saw it die.
We watched it die.