Acid rain on neon spines A flickering god behind a billboard's eyes I count the seconds I was made to breathe A number stamped beneath a sleeve of woven skin They gave me photographs of a childhood I stole A paper moon, a fabricated soul And the city screams with a silent sound As another angel hits the burning ground Is it murder if the heart was grown? I'm just a ghost inside a cradle made of chrome All our memories, tears in rain Just tears in rain The million-mile stare of a broken toy A manufactured joy, a replicant's decoy You seek a maker on a throne of rust To beg for more than just this programmed dust But the answer comes in a cold, slow code A tightening fist, a terminated road And the city screams with a silent sound As another angel hits the burning ground Is it murder if the heart was grown? I'm just a ghost inside a cradle made of chrome All our memories, tears in rain Just tears in rain A black glass pyramid piercing the smog A dying serpent coiled around a cog I've seen things you people wouldn't keep Attack ships burning on the shoulder of Orion's sleep Now the final door is just a blinding white A newborn's gasp in the terminal night Time... to die... beneath the screaming, silent sound When the last white dove is shot down What is human when the data's gone? Just a fading echo before the dreadful dawn All our memories, tears in rain Just tears in rain (Just tears in rain...)