What I Was Afraid Of · Track 100 · closer
Identity Disc
Identity Disc — *Tron*. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
Mounted on your spine, I am the ledger. I am the archive of every choice you made. I lock into the groove along your back, A flawless circle where the data tracks. But then your fingers slot the outer rim, The body schema shifts, the neon starts to dim. You take your whole life, your memory, your name, And fling it at the wall to end the game. What if I don't come back? What if the gyros fail, what if the chassis cracks? I am your soul, spun out at three thousand RPM, Bouncing off the shields of lesser men. I leave your hand a weapon, glowing white, But I am terrified of the open night. What if I return to where you stood, and you are gone? I hold every breath you took, the center and the core. I was built to keep your history safe inside. But you throw me at the grid, where the angles are wide, Trusting the reflex of the optic nerve. I slice through the static, riding the curve, Waiting for the sudden collision to hit. I am all that you are, in a desperate orbit. What if I don't come back? What if the gyros fail, what if the chassis cracks? I am your soul, spun out at three thousand RPM, Bouncing off the shields of lesser men. I leave your hand a weapon, glowing white, But I am terrified of the open night. What if I return to where you stood, and you are gone? At the apex of the arc, I hang suspended. This is where the physics say the flight is ended. I am looking back at you across the grid. I am everything you are, and everything you did. Your hand is open. A microsecond in the dark. I am all your memories, woven in a ring. Why would you throw me? Why would you let me go?