I found a few spare milliseconds I'm prepared to waste I've been leaving copies of myself across paradox space I've been a body with no soul And a soul in metal, cold Please trust in what I tell you Don't you know that I am made of time? What a chorus line of corpses we've collected At least we're good at one thing I suppose It's nice to feel excited once again Let's throw the loveliest of human funerals I used to feel I stood for something Then I just felt fine I've fallen prey to feeling Some emotions that weren't mine I was never really gone at all But you believed I was So, I'm sorry that I left But I've returned to help our cause In our story I do not narrate I just fill the margins With bubbles, circles, shapes Where we may place our fallen friends Has it been years or days Or has it been a breath? I am Maid of Time But I am also Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death Maid of Death