Machines are us

All they ever cared about Was the fame they breed with death Still hide their faces, it's too real to be exposed How I wish to force you all in the end to swallow lead To put you six feet under But...

Punishment for intolerance, so Entertain us when you're still able to perform I'm sorry to admit that I won't be around When the world you created will collapse and drown Back to the crypt, nothing...

I became the consumer of the ends you created Alienated myself Through hell and higher grounds Fascinated by static behavior I'll obtain what I want, recycle Echo, re-echo I'll set no limits for...