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What will the future finally bring?

I sit and stop, to hear the silence sing

Just engines seek for comprehension

Fighting their way onwards salvation

All hope fails, wish I'm dreaming

Spitting out numbers, feels empty within

It makes me seek this human fall

Choking our glory, and stealing our dreams

Idiotic flesh machines

An interactive game we play

Inside the veins of this world's travesty

Soulless machines feed on devotion

Deprived of every feeling and emotion

All hope fails, wish I'm dreaming

Spitting out numbers, feels empty within

It makes me seek this human fall

Choking our glory, and stealing our dreams

Idiotic flesh machines

Stripped of freedom

All our childhood dreams are sold

We thrive on murder

Dance upon the ashes of our young

Spitting out numbers, feels empty within

It makes me seek this human fall

Choking our glory, and smashing our dreams

Idiotic flesh machines