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.