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Eclipsed in the shadows of
lifeless eyes
A broken man stands
shattered and cold
Searching for a memory of
home

Although my number
implies that search has
ended
A simulation may have
spread and infected

No sense of direction
No sense of reflection
Xenon defined
In a world of unquestioned
perfection

How many lives were lost
In completing this inhuman
automation
How many nations had to
kneel
To imbue such complacency
In what is black and white

No sense of direction
No sense of reflection
Xenon defined
In a world of unquestioned
perfection


As if machine gods were
buried
Hold up the sky
These towers like hands
Hold up the sky
My past is as empty
As empty as the life in their
eyes
As if machine gods were
buried
Hold up the sky

No sense of direction
No sense of reflection
Xenon defined
In a world of unquestioned
perfection