The machines knew our code

From the inside out

Kneel down and pray

We die at the hands of the machines


For so long we have been watched

Plagued by android echoes that mimic our existence

It's inevititable they have learned our true design


Turmoil across the sea and endless sky

Our screams will never reach heaven

Cities aflame and we are the true blame

We create our demise with metal skin


Sever the ties with ourselves, with all we know

This all will cease to exist

A tower of blood cascades above

Omen of death, a sign of the end


We die at the hands of the machines