Deep Blue Sea

Here in my place and time

And here in my own skin I can finally begin

Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky

Tomorrow means nothing

I was only a child then

Feeling barely alive when I heard a song from a speaker of a passing car

Praying to a dying star, the memories fading

I can almost remember singing

We watched the end of the century

Compressed on a tiny screen

A dead star collapsing and we could see

Something was ending

Are you through pretending?

We saw the signs in the suburbs

You could have never predicted that it could see through you

Kasparov, Deep Blue, 1996

Your mind's playing tricks now

Show's over so take a bow

And leave it in the shadows