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...)