Destiny has cheated me by forcing me to decide upon: The woman that I idolize, or the hands of an automaton.
Without these hands I can’t complete the opera that was captivating her
But if I keep them, and she marries him, He probably won’t want me dating her.
I've seen things, you people wouldn't believe,
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion
I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark, near the Tannhauser gate
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain…
Time… to die…