The music is there from the time I wake up to the time I stumble off t' recharge. Old music, new musicgood an' bad. It really don't matter to me anymore.
The intoxicating thrill of a beat, th' melody that keeps yer mind occupied. Sometimes the lyrics don't even matter. An' sometimes the words can be as cuttin' as any knife wielded in the middle of a melee. I try ta tune 'em out sometimes, but words...
They have a way of hauntin' all the same.
"We're all to blame, we've gone too far, there's no escape... we're hoplessly blissful and blind to all we are.."
It's just a song, an' the melody can keep m'foot tappin'but sometimes I wonder if the words were written jus' to cut me.
Lived most of my life in shadows, an' in the shadow o' one.
"We're all to blame..."
The words are echoin' back to me in the silence of a moonlight night, huggin' the curves of some deserted highway between the dusk an' dawn.
Wasn't there when they died. Wasn't there fer the last moment of defianceto come outta the dark an' pull of the impossible. Do it with style, or don't bother doin' it, right?
Right now, I jus' wish I could've done somethin'.
When ya fight beside someone for a few million years, ya start to get attatched, y'know. Friendships, brotherhoods. A family of sorts. Ya do anythin' to help yer family. Protect 'em from harm when ya can.
I keep lookin' back at what remains of the shuttle blackbox. What did I miss on that horrible day?
I can find the names, but the how is lost with the moons.
In the dark of night, I remember the hours of terrorthe hours of the silent hum of a livin' machinean' not bein' able to help myself, much less any of the others.
I'm tired of waitin' fer the next blow to strike. For that next shot to be fired. For the next friend to fall.
'What if's plague me every time I start to shut down, an' I have to take another moment an' check on my brothers... one more time. Make sure they haven't somehow slipped away from me in the night, 'cause I wasn't lookin' in the right place at the right time.
If ya'd asked me before, what I was afraid of... I woulda told ya somethin' sillylosin' the war. Not seein' Cybertron again. Usual kind of thing. But I'd have been lyin'. Wasn't 'fraid of nothin' then. Even when it looked like the fat lady was singin' that final note.
I still ain't afraid. Been through hell an' back again.
But I'm lyin' again.
I'm 'fraid of the silence. I'm afraid that there was somethin' that I shoulda done, an' didn't.
I'm afraid that it might be my fault.