B! Machine Darkest Thoughts
I'm sorry I have to tell you
But things here are not the same
And even though we still believe you
I, we, you, are victims of this change
We wanted to spare the expense
And the consequence
You've become holes in the memory
Cracks in the hourglass, draining our days
When I think about breathing
I forget how to breathe
I wake up on the floor and
I think about leaving
When I think about you
It is all that I need
I forget about breathing
And I start to breathe
You've become
A part of our darkest thoughts
Cut from the morning
Fall to the earth
Our highest hopes
Brought to a rest
Brought to an end
Brought to this
