When everything is over
Your body lifeless and destroyed
What kind of magic
Made the thing that was you?
Could it be some kind of random talks
Of cells in the brain?
Or is there something like a soul?
Like formless emotions?
That made you the only one
I guess it's like a movie
The projector's broken
It's a dead film
Lost pictures in a coffin
Maybe it's just like some kind of great ideas
Someday they come, someday they disappear

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