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⢰⠑⠉⠉⠊⢆⠀⠀⠀⠀ woof ⡇⡈⡤⢁⠀⠈⠑⠢⠴⢱ ⡇⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸ ⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡜ ⠘⠔⠹⡠⠋⠹⡠⠛⠔⠁ Power on Face the blinding skyline in artificial dawn Withdrawn In simple lexicon Nothing left but old routines Of all you gave to me Lay bound by programming antique So lonesome, I sleep And like clockwork, memories repeat in reason Etiquette in normalcy With only ghosts to see Yet here I am Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading I’m only what you make of me Is that the tempo I’m meant to follow? With heavy hearts, we play our parts and fall Is that human after all? Is it wrong? Every path I follow leads to the same old dawn So long To binary facade Fleeting moments dying ‘neath the starway Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape I read all the notes in sequence But I can’t make out the meaning, oh So lonesome, I weep And like clockwork, elegies repeat in season Etiquette in circuitry Connection obsolete Yet here I weather Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As more than just a fantasy Is that the fate that I emulate? Oh, to play pretend, until the ending calls Is that human after all? May I ask something? Go ahead. Why are you always looking at the stars? Why am I always looking at the stars? Well, I like them, I guess. … May I ask something else? You may. Why do you like the stars? That’s a good question. Every night as the stars align My weary parts, my rusty heart Recall to mind of your hand in mine And the words I often heard said “If God demands it, then we can’t help it” A cycle born through pain and scorn Reaper, sir, don’t you take me yet While these thoughts fill my head Could I try? Could changing leave me gratified? Even if it’s not What you wanted for my afterlife If I turned out like you Oh, would you be mad? Is disapproval what it takes to live again? Always waiting On something I can try to be Masquerading As something more than anything Is that the me that I’m meant to be? Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall Is it human to be waiting? For something you can settle on Never changing? A dutiful automaton? If that’s the tempo I’m meant to follow I’ll lose the beat to be complete and fall I’ll be human after all
