We don't fit in your perfect world
what makes you the ones who can rip our lives away?
Keep the machines your lives depend on
we will not let our hearts decay
Eyes blind to what lies around them
Minds wait to have their essence condemned
All to feed their masters hunger
From this path they can never stray
This horror silently waits
for those who consume the flame
Lost will be the threads of your mind
to artificial certainty
The voice of the ancients enters your mind
slicing through your soul with a rusted blade
Revealing reality to newborn eyes
witness insanity the truth of lies
Echoing from the endless pit
the ancients take your life
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