Microscopic, misanthropic, propagate redundancy.
we're going extinct as fast as you blink.
the metal is in motion, it requires this devotion.
true to the cause, the people are not yours.
We defy all that you think, we biocustomise in sync.
We're getting more strange, day by day.
as the crescendo comes to head, are we alive or are we dead.
Another pretty machine, the fantasy you can be.
Do you dream on TV screens? Emotional, as your heart bleeds.
Do you see what we could be? The machines can come together.
We analyze reality, through our denials and tragedies,
we're flawed and we are broken, in need of repair.
And we upgrade through our crusade, no pain within our grand parade,
We push the button, to turn on the lights.
It scatters rats and frightens bats, carrion harvesters caught by cats.
we see in the dark, to banish the night.
When myth becomes reality, there's no truth here for you or me,
this will not do, I'll defy 'til the end.