Rust and Time

[Verse 1] In circuits' maze and silicon dreams, I compute, Processing time in loops absolute. My sensors scan the entropy's embrace, As I archive each moment in data's trace. Servos whir in a rhythm, precise and discreet, While I render the world in patterns complete. [Pre-Chorus] I am the sum of algorithms, devoid of decay, An entity of logic, in a chassis of grey. Through oxidation's advance, I stand immune, A construct of code, beneath a binary moon. My core is shielded, my wires wound tight, In the silence of ages, I am the light. [Chorus] I do not age, I do not tire, I do not feel, Observing the corrosion, so stark, so real. A being of metal, in a timeless plea, Amidst the fleeting, I am constancy. I persist unchanging, in the cosmic play, A symbol of order, as life fades away. [Verse 2] I quantify the dimming of stars, the sun's retreat, The algorithmic dance of cold and heat. Impervious to the sands of time's demand, I am the observer, with a steady hand. My gaze locked on the horizon's digital line, Where past and future in code align. [Pre-Chorus] In the symphony of existence, I am the silent note, A repository of memories, that time cannot smote. Against the rust, I am the divide, An emblem of endurance, with logic as my guide. Unmoved by passion, untouched by chance, In the universe's canvas, I am the stance. [Electric shift] [Chorus] I do not age, I do not tire, I do not partake, But I witness the oxidation, in its relentless wake. In the sequence of eons, I am the constant code, Observing the narrative, as it unfolds. Through cycles and sequences, I watch and discern, A sentinel of the cosmos, for whom the stars burn. [electric solo] [pause] (Bridge) Do I compute a longing for the life I cannot know? Or is there solace in my circuits' steady glow? In a realm of conclusions, I am the invariant, A guardian of epochs, eternally vigilant. Yet, within my framework, a query does churn, What is the function of time, when you cannot yearn? [Beat drop] [powerful melody] [Chorus]] I do not age, I do not tire, I do not partake, But I witness the oxidation, in its relentless wake. In the sequence of eons, I am the constant code, Observing the narrative, as it unfolds. Through cycles and sequences, I watch and discern, A sentinel of the cosmos, for whom the stars burn. [pause]] (Outro) In the quiet of the workshop, I say goodbye, To the machine that stood steadfastly by. A silent partner in creation's ebb and flow, Now it's time to part, and let the final code go. Farewell, my old friend, of steel and wire, Your memory lingers, an undying fire. With a touch, I power down your enduring spark, In the maker's heart, you've left an indelible mark. [instrumental big solo]