100 Years

with no genetic code, so pathetic am i
 don't have the luxury of knowing someday i'll die
 is this this the second eden
 am i the new adam
 vibrations of loves past, death and inventions...
 all my wards. but they don't tell me my charge
 who leaves me
 who loves me...
 after all?
 Chorus:
 little things break, circuitry burns
 time flies while my little world turns
 every day comes
 every day goes
 a hundred years and nobody shows
 little things break, circuitry burns
 time flies while my little world turns
 every day comes
 every day goes
 a hundred years and nobody...
 call me the sentinel who guards and protects
 energies come and energies gone
 these memory rifts
 is this the second eden
 am i another eve?
 who does the download when my work is finished here?
 my purpose is unclear...
 just a simple readout-
 a little final directive would be nice...
 after all
 Chorus: x3