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 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 In our story I do not narrate I just fill in the margins With bubbles, circles, shapes Where we may place our fallen friends Has it been years, or days Or has it been a breath? breath, breath I am made of time but I am also made of death Made of death Made of death Made of death Made of tick, tock, tick, tock death Made of death