Текст песни – An Ending – - MYTH & ROID

No longer physically constrained by the passing of time,
the ocularist finally managed to surpass the beauty of the stone eye,
having plucked out and processed his
only remaining organic part, his very own eye
"If this is the true essence of art, what has become of humanity?"
Suddenly, he heard the door open
As he looked over his shoulder,
his remaining eye caught a glimpse of an intruder
At that same moment, a bullet fired by the intruder shot out his life
Upon entering the room,
the situation was clear for her to see;
from his ruptured continents, a flower of wires had bloomed
"Why do we desire emotions,
even though we have forbidden such human weakness?"
She picked up the artificial eye in her
iron hand: "How lovely this rainbow eye is"
Holding it,
she turned back to a world where everyone has abandoned weakness