☆~And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline. I think there's a flaw in my code, These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold.~☆

Sometimes the past is so powerful, those echoes threaten to overwhelm the present.