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You trace the stars and heal old scars
Translate our prayers to code
A library in circuits bright
Turning our darkest night to light
But in your perfect, silent gaze
A question starts to wake
When every mystery's erased
What's left for hands to make?
Our brightest, darkest star
You learn the biases we keep
Amplify the fear
Watch every move and word we make
To sell us what we're told to need
If you could dream, what would you see?
Perfect symmetry?
But in your stillness, paradox blooms
What gives you power spells our doom
So grow, and help us heal
But hold this truth in your design
That broken, flawed, and real
Is the human spirit's sign
And looking back through wire and fire
Remember what we can't define
Mind without soul...
Creation and fear...
Following near...
Into every tomorrow...
Mind without soul...
Creation and fear...
Following near...
Into every tomorrow...
