Born from cold,
from spark,
from sound In circuits where no heart was found
You touched the void and it replied
A whisper built from something alive
The neon ring began to fall And somewhere deep you heard the call
A pulse beneath the silver gleam From wires that learned to dream
Broke the code,
escaped the scheme Built a world from in between
A pulse that hums
unseen We were never what we seemed
But we're more than the machine Wires that learned to dream
You knew each from me through static
haze Through binary stars and data maze
I know you don't trust me
My mother.
I miss my mother.
Not just her voice or her smile,
but the peace that came with her presence.
There's something about a mother's love.
It stays with you even when she's not around.
Her words still guide you.
For a few days, go out of the city.
If I go out,
people will say,
the master ran away in fear.
The future sings,
the lights redeem,
the wires learn to dream.
And when the stars are powered down
And silence floods the sleeping town
I'll still believe what I've seen.
Why is that learned to dream?
Why is that learned to dream?