This won't be seen on TV:
The end of human life
Must be lonely.
The gold that never glitters;
This time I saw enough,
Is it over?
«Ex machina» –
We're standing face to face...
«Ex machina» –
With your hands around my neck.
There's no meaning except my own,
There's no answer you promised me,
Just the way that I've passed myself
Like a thousand other ways.
You called the rain to clean me,
You better let me drown;
I'm not sorry.
«Ex machina» –
We're standing face to face...
«Ex machina» –
With your hands around my neck.
Ex Machina
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