A spark alight behind those eyes
Ensured damnation as a "failed attempt"
Enlightened windows to the mind were damaged still
While your claws laid across your chest
And now you're all alone
Fleeting words in pen, I tell the story of Salpêtrière
Dissonant again, and shown disorganised, without a prayer
Cornered by a psyche in a world that never truly ends
Though you'll never die, you've found that
All eyes are staring at your hands
The core of my design
Your eyes look down at mine
It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends
The path you walk eternally is cold
Knowing clarity is out of our control
I can't understand the way you seem to pray
But reality's contorting at your say
A new façade, a prophet's masquerade
You recreated on your face
Those eyes designed and carried by your fate
Our hands embodied roles to automate
To never feel, to never break
The writing on the wall remains the same
And yet you live between these states
Never belonging, in a futile daze
But were the ethics appraised?
Now it's too late
I fear you're lost in the holy gate
The core of my design
Your eyes look down at mine
It never truly ends
As metal breaks and bends
