soulless angel, devoid of mind, 
skin as cold as ice, 
it bathes in darkness, shuns the light 
and still ascends sublime 

The price of fate is still too high, 
call your maker down 
Fail forgiveness, keep your pride, 
write your own goodbye 

It was a dream of unmaking 
this viewless confine, 
and to defy all predictions and 
end this design 

Forever the ones 
who will claim this day 
The age of creation will fade 
as we turn from grace 

We'd place the light of our sentience 
within the machine 
and we would send it to heaven 
to end God's regime 

There's no fate 
but that which we make for ourselves 
But we are a breath, 
just a moment 
in time and space