Esthesia

Conception Of Machine

Esthesia


Conception Of Machine

Intelligence wired to silicon, Relieving the duties of man 
A brave new face is the face of betrayal, By that of which we did create 
Torn between real and reality, An absense of reason and guilt 
A treason of thought commited by man, Biting the hand that feeds 

Have we maintained a superior race, A court that can not be dissolved 
Mechanical giants now stand in our place, The human race has evolved 
Identity crises for now we have none, A dying breed are we 
Iron clad judges juggle our fate, Blinded our eyes can not see 

Repression of the ones who think, Why do it for ourselves? 
A helping hand, A hand that kills, In hiding we must dwell 
A face turned, Our blood runs cold, A life that's lived in fear 
How to trust a man that kills, But can not shed a tear 

Bite our hands 
Our sengeancy lost with our minds 
Clense our sins 
We bow to the machine.