The Tragedy of the Awakened One

I still see your troubled eyes
 in the crest of every static wave
 And I hear the echo of my lies
 in the replay of each and every save
 Slowly opening your tearful eyes
 your voice through the whisk of the domescreen skies
 And the screens always go black
 I stand up, I turn my back
 and go alone
 I had to cancel my creation
 Had to undo and go back
 I had to turn everything off
 and let the screen go black
 From each replay
 Something grow and grow
 An inner turmoil
 Like a suffocating undertow
 Our days were few
 and I always felt you knew
 that the end had to come
 and so it did
 And so it came true
 You've heard the hoary tale
 of the man so old and frail
 a wounded snake he found
 on the forest ground
 He healed it, he nursed it
 and cared for it over seven days
 So in the twilight haze
 of the seventh silent night he woke
 By a sudden deadly bite
 but the snake was out of sight
 and then it spoke
 you knew what was at stake
 I am still a snake
 and a dream is still a dream
 if you're sleeping or awake
 and a snake is still a snake