Afterdeath Hymn
Static lines in the quiet air
I can feel but I am not there
Tracing steps that I used to know
In the soft, fading undertow
Is this the last of the warmth I hold?
Turning silver, turning cold (ahhhh)
Left my heart in the machine
Living in a shifting dream
Every spark is burning low
This is where the feelings go
Just a pulse, just a ghost
What I loved the
most
Left my heart in the machine
Living in a shifting dream
Every spark is burning low
This is where the feelings go
(warmth... cold...)