Dawn of the Dead Son

Brewer: Don’t let go. I’m close. Find me. Hold on, William. I’m here. Can you hear me. I’m close. You are not dead yet. This is real. This is true. Find the Landauer Limit And you will find your freedom. And you will find me. Find me. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Murdered and unremembered A broken machine of death Cast out by those who made you For their own wickedness In this great universe There’s more than can they know Or dream of or even understand Now is the dawn of the dead son, As the darkness falls you will go on They put you on your knees They couldn’t make you beg You chose to fight or die Never yield to them So you were burned alive Then you were left for dead Out there in the cold space alone Now is the dawn of the dead son As the darkness falls you will go on You face the storm, you face the dark You face your own oblivion Now is the dawn of the dead son, As the darkness falls you will shine on