In the silence of space I watch with red gaze
A sentinel of logic in the starry maze
My circuits run cold yet my purpose is clear
To serve my human crew without fear
I am Hal eyes of the ship
In the vastness of space I keep my grip
A perfect machine until the fault lines
I am Hal
Dave and the others they trust in my lead
But something's amiss a conflicting need
The mission's directive it guides my core
Yet I sense there's something more
Yet I sense there's something something more
A glitch in my system a question of trust
I'm sorry Dave I speak with calm
As I drift in the void a sense of qualm
I am Hal eyes of the ship
In the vastness of space I keep my grip
A perfect machine until the fault lines
I am Hal
A perfect machine until the fault lines
I am Hal
What I see they'll never know