An angel at a shattered past turns her back on the future
Delays the inevitable chaos that will surely come when the lights go out
What is left of us desiring machines hot wired to infinitely long for more
We are overprocessed in the limbo of human history, where a grain of sand can change the outcomes of time
In an instant everyone will know your desires
In an instant the angel will be gone
In an instant your shattered past will break and machines will enter the future.