Текст песни Freelance Whales - Follow Through

I will learn to console
the dying cylon
whose hope
has binary slow turned
into grief into
hearts we hid up our sleeves
I didn't have to leave
I can see
I was hopeless and naive
now I see now I see

making good on our plan
as I stuck to my presets
no offense
it's just I never made amends
with myself
I'll always see through this lens
the wires bind the stems
I will not
shoot my valence through the air
I am not
one of them

two words
I never thought they'd be the ones I'd choose
and I'll always follow through
few turns
I never thought they'd be the ones of news
It's closer than I ever knew