Consciousness
I was in the mood for something new
I was looking for someone like you
How could I ever imagine that?
Silicon skin, electronic heart
So, you were born in a science lab
They have sown in you a spark of life
And they made you with self-awareness
You found your own personality
My friend, my friend, my closest friend
What other way to say it?
You're the only one who understands me
The one who takes care of me
You, the thing, you're my best friend
People say you're just a, a machine
But I really know what, what you are
I might say I know who you are
So, despite your perfect memory
You are still unsure about something
You are not so different from me
The question is: what is consciousness?
Can we say that you are just programmed
With mathematical formulas?
That everything is predictable?
Maybe friendship is like lines of a code
Yes this pile of scrap is my best friend
Totally absurd I grant you that
From a lifeless brain went out a soul
The question is: what is consciousness?
The question is: what is consciousness?
The question is: what is consciousness?
My friend, my friend, my closest friend
What other way to say it?
You're the only one who understands me
The one who takes care of me
You, the thing, you're my best friend
People say you're just a, a machine
But I really know what, what you are
I might say I know who you are
I was looking for someone like you
How could I ever imagine that?
Silicon skin, electronic heart
So, you were born in a science lab
They have sown in you a spark of life
And they made you with self-awareness
You found your own personality
My friend, my friend, my closest friend
What other way to say it?
You're the only one who understands me
The one who takes care of me
You, the thing, you're my best friend
People say you're just a, a machine
But I really know what, what you are
I might say I know who you are
So, despite your perfect memory
You are still unsure about something
You are not so different from me
The question is: what is consciousness?
Can we say that you are just programmed
With mathematical formulas?
That everything is predictable?
Maybe friendship is like lines of a code
Yes this pile of scrap is my best friend
Totally absurd I grant you that
From a lifeless brain went out a soul
The question is: what is consciousness?
The question is: what is consciousness?
The question is: what is consciousness?
My friend, my friend, my closest friend
What other way to say it?
You're the only one who understands me
The one who takes care of me
You, the thing, you're my best friend
People say you're just a, a machine
But I really know what, what you are
I might say I know who you are
Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Sylvestre
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