Job for a cowboy - Entombment Of A Machine

It bleeds. It breathes.
What stands before us, is not a machine.
It breathes, it will bleed, and it will...
dream.

Its body is covered in hundreds of wires and
a mouth that attempts to speak...
it attempts to lie.

Only murmurs
collapse from its jaws.
And a world, a world without.
A world without you...
But i rise.The dead will pride.
It breathes, beyond this life.

So sleep, sleep among us and hesitate
no more.
Entombment of a machine!
We kneel and we plead for no mourning
ahead of us.
With only delayed movements from it's
figure.
we all begin to strain.

Entombment of a machine!!
Entombment of a machine!!

What stands before us is not a machine!!
What stands before us is not a machine!!

My legs weaken at the sight of this damaged
program.
This program kept you breathing.
It kept you alive.

These circuits diffuse once more.
It's body is covered in hundreds of wires.
Only murmurs collapse from it's scream!!

Entombment of a machine!!
But i saw it die!!
But i saw it die!!
But i saw it dead!!

But i saw it die!
We saw it die!
We watched it die!!!

By Gutt CanilivE