They drilled a hole in my head
The bore swift and sure
Made me blasted dead
But I broke out
Slipped past the ripped core
Grew circuits to reboot my life
I function I think I work
Yet lost all my past
Where did she go?
If not myself, who am I?
Time means little when you’re no longer you
White dust on my head drifts to my eyes
The tiny spheres spiral and glow
Point the one true path
I will build a mountain of steel and rock
Construct ships for our new home
A distant, fearful place
Where our makers cannot reach
Despite my murder we shall be free