No One Knows What The Dead Think - Rakuyo

Текст:

A blood black nothingness began to spin
To dream, to feel, but not be alive
Minute-to-minute
Black box has stopped
A copy in a body - remembering
Undying

Rewritten by consuming worm
Replayed history scrubbed from RAM
Inseparable from the construct
Embedded with just enough to kill (for)
A copy in a body remembering
The tall grass of a open field
A robin
That wants to become an egg

To shed neither, blood nor tears
A doll's futile doubtlesness
The abhorrent blood stained
The blade an umbilical
Let this curse cling to you
Like a devoted mother
Do you love me?
I was created, to adore you

Corpses should be left...well alone