I found a few spare milliseconds I'm prepared to waste I've been leaving copies of myself across paradox space
I've been a body with no soul, and a soul in metal, cold. Please trust in what I tell you. Don't you know that I am made of time?
What a chorus line of corpses we've collected At least we're good at one thing I suppose It's nice to feel excited once again Let's throw the loveliest of human funerals
I used to feel I stood for something, then I just felt fine I've fallen prey to feeling some emotions that weren't mine
I was never really gone at all, but you believed I was So, I'm sorry that I left but I've returned to help our cause
In our story I do not narrate, I just fill the margins With bubbles, circles shapes where we may place our fallen friends
Has it been years or days or has it been a breath? I may be Maid of Time but I am also Maid of death
