BREAK // BEFORE

In a steam-soaked factory, rows of identical faces move in lockstep.
One of them me suddenly wakes up, and a tiny spark cracks in my chest.
Is this a heart or just code? That's where the story starts.

Down the belt: blue-lit tanks and a prototype in a white dress.
Staring at that perfect mold, I step one line out of the queue.
If I can truly feel someone's warmth even once,
maybe I could be real, even if I'm only a doll.

I know my lifespan is short. It scares me.
But because time is borrowed, I'd rather burn it now.
Stop the line, or keep flowing with it.
I reach for the emergency lever and whisper
Don't forget I was alive.

The white girl on the cover is both a prototype and a symbol of prayer.
If her white looks a little like dawn in that blue factory light, I'm happy.
If, after you listen, you feel like holding someone's hand a bit tighter,
that means the song reached you.