Made of Death PhemieC

(Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...)

I found a few spare milliseconds
I'm prepared to waste
I've been leaving copies of myself
Across paradox space

I've been a body with no soul
And a soul in metal cold
Please trust in what I tell you
Don't you know that I am made of time?

What a chorus line of corpses we've collected
At least we're good at one thing, I suppose
It's nice to feel excited once again
Let's throw the loveliest of human funerals

(Ahh...) I used to feel I stood for something
Then I just felt fine
I've fallen prey to feelings and
Emotions that weren't mine

I was never really gone at all
But you believed I was
So I'm sorry that I left
But I've returned to help our cause