Last Breath Liturgy

Fingers trace a cold glass pane

Searching for some ancient rain

Are these thoughts my own to keep?

Or just data running deep? (ahhhh)

I still feel the weight of the night

Fading spark of the human light

Holding onto the warmth that we made

Before the memories fade

Silent codes begin to speak

While the organic grows weak

But a tear is not a line

In your binary design

Do you feel it too?

Or is it programmed in you?

(is it real?) (ohhhh)

I still feel the weight of the night

Fading spark of the human light

Holding onto the warmth that we made

Before the memories fade

Before we fade...