We live
We die
We try to touch the sky
We love
We hate
We can't deny our worthless fate
We survive
We destroy
We co-opt in our dark employ
We deny
We refuse
And in the end we always lose
We tell the truth and then we lie
But we believe until we die
High in the sky we're circling the ground
We don't think of consequence of the truths that we have found
Dying in the fires
Trying not to make a sound
Burning out the embers
As we're living underground
As we're dying underground
Smothered angel falling, slowly dying
You will not survive
Like a defective circuit
You rip it out
You tear it out
And then you find replacement
Frozen in time as the impulses fade
Turned off with a click
Turned off like a switch
Does a computer turned off dream?
