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)