Press the green flag. Lyrics: 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 Withdrawn.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. Masquer- -ading! 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.
Human ft. SF-A2 Miki - by Flavor Foley
