Made Of Death

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 feeling
Some 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 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?
I am Maid of Time
But I am also Maid of Death

Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death
Maid of Death