Job For A Cowboy - Entombment Of A Machine

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
It Attempts to Speak.
Only Murmurs
Collapse From Its Jaws.
And A World A World Without.

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A World Without You
We Will Rise. The Dead Will Pride.
Breee Breee Beyond This Life Sucks Life.
So Sleep, Sleep Among us and Hesitate No More.
Entombment Of A Machine.
We Kneel And We Plead For No Mourning Ahead Of Us.
With Only Delayed Movements From Its Figure We All Begin To Strain.
Entombment Of A Machine.
Entombment Of A Machine.
What Stands Before Us Is Not A Machine.
What Stands Before Us Is Not A Machine.