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Death to all the human kind

Bringing forth a greater mind

Techno-vice is what we hold

A new world is to behold

Prophecies, legacies

Turn to ashes

Non divine, flesh and wine

For the masses

We create and congregate

A greater species

All you are and all they are

Turns to feces

New machines, stronger beings

Mold the future

Burning fires, funeral pyres

Erase the scripture

We create, obliterate

All that once was

Build by hand, built by man

All for our cause

Death to all the human kind

Bringing forth a future mind

Techno-vice is what we hold

A new world is to unfold

Technical, mechanical

Becomes alive

Caged in steel, does not feel

The need to survive

We create without mistake

Man’s replacement

Spawning life, destroying life

Mind complacent

Erase the past, the spell is cast

The seed has been sown

Emerge at will to hunt and kill

All that is known

To evolve and to dissolve

Your mortal facade

Now you pray and you obey

Your new God

Don’t you understand

That the power in your hand

And the vision in your eyes

Is the cause for your demise

The life that you create

Is the life that seals your fate

Through hideous evolution

It now seeks its retribution

Now you see what happens when you play God

You become a slave to your own creation

We were created in His own image

We have failed, through our own imagination