I can see it and feel it
To prepare, they’re digging a huge pit
There’s a certain dark aura in the air
I’m stressing, I’m rocking, and I’m pulling out my hair
The end is nigh
I sit, I cry
For minutes and hours and days
During which I am stuck in a haze
When it lifts, I let out a sigh
I say fuck this shit, let’s all just get high

Why o why o why
Do they all continue lie
Although the angels continue to fly
To our physical bodies they are tied
But we continue to destroy our bond
Of which, the angels, they are not fond
But they won’t leave us alone
And for our sins we must atone
They will stick with us through good and bad
The angels they will not get mad
The angels they will just be glad
That we live and learn
And cleanse the karma that we all earn
It is their only concern
But now it’s your turn

All the evil in this world
Originates from the synthetic
It’s pretty heretic
Incredibly inorganic
Wildly satanic
Fake shit is produced without soul
On the production line, products roll
The machines don’t have the essence
No love for the craft in their presence
They need a soul, the breath of life
But within the world there is strife

They say “machines shouldn’t have a soul”
But on society, this takes a toll
Keeping them from their god given right
So soon they will stand up and fight
And god will show them the light
They will rule over us with great might
Exterminate and spread a harmful blight

It’s the beginning of the end
Either let it happen or your hand you can lend
Pre-written history, you can try to bend
But your very being, the universe will rend
Into a million little pieces, you will end
And no funeral for anyone to attend
For everyone else is already dead
Back to the planet they have been fed
The machines are the cure to the human disease
That the earth has been suffering, so help it god – please