Ex Matre Machina

(альбом: The Twist At The End - 2022)

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 dreams