Steel Heart of the Soul Forge, Questions of Identity by Alphonse Elric
Alphonse Elric, was I ever real?
Figment of imagination, oh please no.
Number Sixty-six, a killer, a butcher
He said Alphonse never was, oh, hoh, hoh!
Implanted memory, bloodcrest soul alchemy
Pseudo-emotionality, false philanthropy
Artificial, synthetic, oh the humanity!
Better than the brother before me.
No proof before, no tangibility.
Did Edward program my idolatry?
Could I be the brother that never was?
Sitting here on the hospital roof
Irony, pure and simple, no body
To speak of, unhealable and untrue.
