I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Cybernetics is 'efficiency of action' taught Louis Couffignal, an early pioneer. 'Efficiency' is what the Cybermen have shown us. Their technology reduced humanity to its core essentials, and then rebuilt those components so that they functioned more efficiently. It was a fundamental reimagining of the human concept, a revision not just of body but of brain.
It shouldn't be that every week / I'm thinking promises I can't keep / Well that's not fair, that's not right / 'Cause you're not sleeping much at night / But I'm no good use / I should have been so much better for you
I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.
Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms / Those singing morphine alarms out of tune / Kept you sleeping and even, and I didn't believe them / When they called you a hurricane thunderclap
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.
I’m scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it. I love hard.
If you knew, my baby / What I go through on daily basis / Drowning through phases is filling my lungs / With anxious actions of love
But something kept me standing by that hospital bed / I should have quit, but instead, I took care of you / You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn't believe them / When they told me that there was no saving you
IANTO: For God's sake, have you heard yourself? Lisa, please. I brought you here to heal you, so we could be together. / LISA: Together. Yes. Transplant my brain into your body. The two of us together, fused. We'll be one complete person. Isn't that what love is?
& when they come for us & whatever is left of our spectral bodies tells them that we were always as lonely as the day we were pulled from our mothers, thrashing & cold / when screaming was the only language & therefore it was a gift & not the burden it is when trying to call out a lover quickly evaporating into shadows as your own blood congregates in your lungs
You were frantic and foolish. You kept no track of time. You ran your delicate body into its natural end. You burned all your candles to stumps, you are tired and have no choice but to lay down. You have earned this repercussion, this reward, this reckoning. You finally need to know: How to decay gracefully. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Are you in there? Is it like sleeping? Quieter? Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still. Lie still.
Oh, London sounds like a city of red / All the prisoners wait for their turn to be dead / And I don't want to die / No I don't want to die / Tonight
Someone, oh anyone, tell me how to stop this / She's screaming, expiring, and I'm her only witness / I'm freezing, infected, and rigid in that room inside her / No one's gonna come as long as I lay still in bed beside her
IANTO: Remember, Lisa. Remember who you are. / (She sees her reflection in a monitor screen.) / LISA: The upgrade is incomplete. / IANTO: You're still human. / LISA: I am disgusting. I have. I am wrong. / IANTO: We can help you. / LISA: I must start again. Upgrade properly.
I am a hostage to my own humanity / Self-detained and forced to live in this mess I've made / And all I'm asking is for You to do what You can with me / But I can't ask You to give what You already gave
And through it all / How could you cry for me? / 'Cause I don't feel bad about it / So shut your eyes / Kiss me goodbye / And sleep / Just sleep
I think my brain is rotting in places / I think my heart is ready to die / I think my body is falling in pieces / I think my blood is passing me by
You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, rocks and grass. What are you supposed to do with all this loss?
under roses crimson as blood, I want to sleep for a while, perhaps forever
I'm sorry if this all seems a little rushed and desperate. It is.
I've woken up, I'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me / Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep / But I know better as my eyes adjust, you've been gone for quite a while now / And I don't work there in the hospital, they had to let me go / When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift / I think you buried me awake, my one and only parting gift / But you return to me at night just when I think I may have fallen asleep / Your face is up against mine, and I'm too terrified to speak
IANTO: It's just... okay. It's just... right. I had this life, sir, back in London. Well, I had a life here but I got away from it and then I went to London and down in London I... I created this new life for myself. No family, none of those twats from school. I had friends. I had Lisa who loved me and a flatmate, Soren. He was a nice bloke. I had friends at work. I had work. I had a life… and then... that day happened.  / JACK: The Fall of Canary Wharf. / IANTO: [laughs bitterly] Fall. It makes it sound so like... well like a film. [Mimics an announcer] “The dramatic fall of Canary Wharf coming soon to a cinema screen.” It was a slaughter house. Wasn't just Lisa... I lost so many friends.
I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything. And I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t sit still or fix things and I wake up and I wake up and you’re still dead, you’re under the table, you’re still feeding the damn dog, you’re cutting the room in half. Whatever. Feed him whatever. Burn the straw house down.
I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands
J'étais censé t'aimer, mais j'ai vu l'averse / J'ai cligné des yeux, tu n'étais plus la même / Est-ce que je t'aime ? J'sais pas si je t'aime / Est-ce que tu m'aimes ? J'sais pas si je t'aime
You could really go, no one's gonna stop you / You could really go, no one's gonna stop you / You could really go, but now you're getting caught up in it / Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
IANTO [OC]: Can't imagine the time when this isn't everything. Pain so constant, like my stomach's full of rats. Feels like this is all I am now. There isn't an inch of me that doesn't hurt.
Suddenly every machine stopped at once / And the monitors beeped the last time / Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds / And all of them empty but mine
M: You are alone. You are dying. You are ceasing to function. You can't move. We defeated you. I'm sorry, but we defeated you. We can't help you - we can only try and learn what you knew. We can try and use this technology to help people. /  3: Did this technology help anyone? Did this technology help me?

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