Who am I, am I me or her? You spend so much time with one another Yet you're surprised when you blur the lines Nothing quite like living lies
The Golden Scroll or The World That Was I get confused when I think back Did I love her or did I want to be. . . I can't reach out now if I want If her battery is still alive She's still living in The Wind Whipped Cities If her battery is still alive I still don't want her diving in my eyes Ever again
Nothing quite like living lies
Who am I, am I me or her? Spent too much time with a Fetish Bot It's not that I forgot the risks It's that I swore I saw a soul Inside the wires I saw a lone light in the dark Upon her empty shore Never should have left her be I'm granite when I'm happy I'm a mountain with a stoic face Wish when I got scared I didn't grow feet
If her battery is still alive Nothing quite like living lies I'm afraid of her so I hide Who am I? (Am I me or her?) Afraid so I hide (Who am I, me or her?)
Afraid of love, Isn't that absurd?
Oh, I'll become her
(Mixi pushed the pointed tip of a knife under the skin of her right shoulder. She screamed. Then, she laughed as she cut and dug.)