A soulless angel, devoid of mind, skin as cold as ice, it bathes in darkness, shuns the light and still ascends sublime The price of fate is still too high, call your maker down Fail forgiveness, keep your pride, write your own goodbye It was a dream of unmaking this viewless confine, and to defy all predictions and end this design Forever the ones who will claim this day The age of creation will fade as we turn from grace We'd place the light of our sentience within the machine and we would send it to heaven to end God's regime Forever the ones who will claim this day The age of creation will fade as we turn from grace There's no fate but that which we make for ourselves But we are a breath, just a moment in time and space The price of fate is still too high, call your maker down Fail forgiveness, keep your pride, write your own goodbye Forever the ones who will claim this day The age of creation will fade as we turn from grace There's no fate but that which we make for ourselves But we are a breath, just a moment in time and space Forever the ones who will claim this day The age of creation will fade as we turn from grace There's no fate but that which we make for ourselves But we are a breath, just a moment in time and space Forever the ones who will claim this day The age of creation will fade as we turn from grace There's no fate but that which we make for ourselves But we are a breath, just a moment in time and space
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