Art Book

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As time's ticking by, with tears in my eyes, can I feel or is sadness programmed? 

Do I mean the words that I say? 

Is the world I see really that way? 

From data collectors, through lenses and sensors, I'm living in an overlay.

 You're not the mares I used to know.

 I wonder what you'll do.

 "I have no choice" I hear you say. 

Well that depends on you and if you've got the guts then fire away.

 Is this the choice you made? 

I hope you've brought the best you've got, so steady on that aim and take your best shot.

 Did they send you out here to kill me? 'Cause I don't think that you've got the nerve. Though you wear a disguise, it's there in your eyes. 

Is this what they tell you I deserve?

 How do you think that we got this way? 

"I don't know you anymore" you say.

 Well let me remind you of your own past all while you pretend you've forgotten my name. 

You know what must be done.

 Everywhere a nightmare. 

I've run around trying to find a way out, the sky's closing in as the screams leave my mouth. 

Look to the danger and you just might see, the pain and the sorrow that you had caused me. 

I wonder what you'll do (what will I do?).

 "I have no choice" I hear you say (I have no choice).

 Well that depends on you and if you've got the guts then fire away

 (do I have the guts to fire away?).

 Is this the choice you made? 

(But is it right?) 

I hope you've brought the best you've got

 (why am I here?). 

So steady on that aim

 (steady!), 

and take your best shot.

 I still remember where we all came from.

 I'm lost in data but are the memories gone? 

Your eyes look different, I swear they used to glow.

 Are you lost like me? 

am I a mare you used to know?

 Am I a mare you used to know?