End-World Normopathy (feat. Vane Lily)

The path you showed me how to walk was cold Algorithmic dreams, a vessel of your soul Through her eyes of perfect ambiguity We were born to keep the world in harmony And through the days we saw this place create Normopathy that would collate The passages in detail on your palms A world developed proudly by your heart The gift of life would soon impart The tears were born from fires of a psalm A spark alight behind those eyes Ensured damnation as a failed attempt Enlightened windows to the mind were damaged still While your claws laid across your chest And now you're all alone Fleeting words in pen, I tell the story of Salpêtrière Dissonant again, and shown disorganized, without a prayer Cornered by a psyche in a world that never truly ends Though you'll never die, you've found that All eyes are staring at your hands The core of my design Your eyes look down at mine It never truly ends As metal breaks and bends The path you walk eternally is cold Knowing clarity is out of our control I can't understand the way you seem to pray But reality's contorting at your say A new facade of prophets masquerade You recreated on your face Those eyes designed and carried by your fate Our hands embodied roles to automate To never feel, to never break The writing on the wall remains the same And yet you live between these states Never belonging, in a futile daze But were the ethics appraised? Now it's too late I feel you're lost in the holy gate, ahh The core of my design Your eyes look down at mine It never truly ends As metal breaks (And bends and breaks, and bends and breaks) (And bends and breaks, as metal breaks) (And bends and breaks, and bends and breaks) (And bends and breaks, as metal breaks) (And bends and breaks, and bends and breaks) (And bends and breaks, as metal breaks) (And bends and breaks, and bends and breaks) (And bends and breaks, as metal breaks) Listen, this is not a question I have tried, and I have failed If you wanna kill the world, you should start by getting it backwards I know that I can feel the pain in my heart And we've had to say goodbye to all illusions That are shattered and gone To see the world again And my sister just gives me that weird, surreal look To see the world again (to see the world again, oh)