They're afraid of the pure yellow sunlight,
The skin that surrounds their body is cold...
I eat away at my dry lips
That know none other than their own...
We have Falcon's eyes
with them we can't see ourselves...
Walls of unbreakable glass surround me
Wires of the machines attach me...
The sky darkens.
To fit the mood...
I am not your beginning.
Yet I am your end...
Cold chills creep up her body
she shivers and takes a deep breathe...
An advanced breed of tigers,
Known as peaceful not fighters...
And here she waits,
her thoughts running through...
Since the start of the Cold War,
Nuclear war has been a fiasco...
I am mechanical.
Cut my wires, shut my power of...
Twisted flesh encrusted ivory
Reaching skyward to the heavens...