Twisted minds all work as one, to conceive machines, machines of pain and hate.
Pouring death from their souls, it will bring about their fate.
Whilst in denial, they toil away, coming closer to their aims.
Too blind to realise, in the end, there'll be no one left to blame.
A force without resistance.
Will break from control.
Got lost in our ambitions,
Its our turn to fall.
Without warning, they've lost control, our own creations, are now self aware.
In desparation, we pull the plug, left only to despair.
As we remember, the subtle fact, that theyve been designed to hate.
A final stand, they were made too well, and we've fought back too late.
Its time for our extinction.
With no turning back.
We'll be our own undoing.
A fate unforseen.
Subconsciously, we're setting free, mindless legions of man made death.
Too blind to see, a plague to be, we'll be victims of man made death.
