100 Years

with no genetic code, so pathetic am i
don’t have the luxury of knowing someday i’ll die
is this this the second eden
am i the new adam
vibrations of loves past, death and inventions…
all my wards. but they don’t tell me my charge
who leaves me
who loves me…
after all?
Chorus:
little things break, circuitry burns
time flies while my little world turns
every day comes
every day goes
a hundred years and nobody shows
little things break, circuitry burns
time flies while my little world turns
every day comes
every day goes
a hundred years and nobody…
call me the sentinel who guards and protects
energies come and energies gone
these memory rifts
is this the second eden
am i another eve?
who does the download when my work is finished here?
my purpose is unclear…
just a simple readout-
a little final directive would be nice…
after all
Chorus: x3