it breathes. what stands before us is not a machine
it breathes
it will bleed
and it will sleep. its body is covered in hundreds of wires. the mouth attempts to speak but
only murmers collapse from its jaws. with only delayed movements from its figure we all begin to strain. my legs weaken at the site of this damanged program
for this program kept you breathing
it kept you alive. these circuits diffused once more. we kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us
entombment of a machine. so sleep
sleep among us and hesitate no more. i saw it die.
Lyric Context: entombment of a machine (live) - job for a cowboy