Prototype Lyrics

She came to me from nowhere. Like a shadow of the abysmal sun. An eerie form of unspeakable beauty. Floating in the air. No feet on the ground. She told me you must wear this astral cloth. It will protect you from the winter. From the winter of the human heart. Abstracted but yet so clear. I must cut the lore of the universe. And leave the golden shack of genesis without air. So the prototype will die.