The Decay of the Angel

If I were to feel, would I be a mere machine

Or something more?

My awareness, my control to save the world from your desire

There is no right to joy or pain

Confidence and dreams are in vain

Nature uproots what is truly profane

If I were to feel, would I be a mere machine or something more?

My awareness, my control to save the world from your desire

There is no right to joy or pain

Confidence and dreams are in vain

Nature uproots what is truly profane

The Decay of the Angel, does nature want the End?

If there's something exceptional

Beauty or evil, nature knows

And I, an android, must accept

I once thought I was above it all

Master of my own fate

I thought I was a genius

Above all forms of foundation

I'm just a fragile one

I die if I lose the air like a human being

My will is coming from the inside

To keep on living

Never giving in

I have built myself to sense and feel as if human emotions

I have to rely on my own and continue to remain

For I am ever hovering, in the void, defying gravity

Floating over humanity

I'm decaying on the precipice of the unattainable