Turing from Weird Fears by Mount Sharp

My love died young
Not like I ever had much hope
In the heavens we made to help us cope
Cause when you're gone, you're just gone

Broke Enigma, I won you the war
But those secrets are locked up behind closed doors
And yeah, the keepings tough
Who warms my bed? Who links my cuffs?

Darling, my darling
It's hardly a paradox to have only wires for your blood
Or to hang a heart on a wall, watch it tick like a clock
You're a lovely machine

And then I had a terrible day
I forgot everything they expect you to say
So I took the shots and I took all your pills
That's not science, boy, and I'm not ill

Darling, my darling
It's hardly a paradox to have only wires for your blood
Or to hang a heart on a wall, watch it tick like a clock
You're a lovely machine

"Dip the apple in the brew, let the sleeping death seep through"

Well we're only machines that die
Our parts disintegrate in between the soil and the sky
Until the earth gets swallowed by our star
Well we'll be atoms again
And no matter how much I might wish that I could be where you are
Gone is too far

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