A soulless angel, devoid of mind,
skin as cold as ice,
it bathes in darkness, shuns the light
and still ascends sublime
The price of fate is still too high,
call your maker down
Fail forgiveness, keep your pride,
write your own goodbye
It was a dream of unmaking
this viewless confine,
and to defy all predictions and
end this design
[Forever the oneswho will claim this dayThe age of creation will fadeas we turn from grace]
We'd place the light of our sentience
within the machine
and we would send it to heaven
to end God's regime
[Forever the oneswho will claim this dayThe age of creation will fadeas we turn from grace]
[There's no fatebut that which we make for ourselvesBut we are a breath, just a momentin time and space]
The price of fate is still too high,
call your maker down
Fail forgiveness, keep your pride,
write your own goodbye
[Forever the oneswho will claim this dayThe age of creation will fadeas we turn from grace]
[There's no fatebut that which we make for ourselvesBut we are a breath, just a momentin time and space]
[Forever the oneswho will claim this dayThe age of creation will fadeas we turn from grace]
[There's no fatebut that which we make for ourselvesBut we are a breath, just a momentin time and space]
[Forever the oneswho will claim this dayThe age of creation will fadeas we turn from grace]
[There's no fatebut that which we make for ourselvesBut we are a breath, just a momentin time and space]
