Sins of the Mechanical - The Interbeing

Past deciphers a confined unnerving verity

Through the eyes of time I decelerate

To the birth of my division of taint

I, a slave among the fabricated drones devised by the vile

To deify the mechanical we were made with no aim to remain

Grown disowned

The lost have returned to wake the sworn

Shadows of the dead in me

Generation born into reverse

Scions of depravity

Lost returns with the sworn revenants

Sins of arrogance saturate our beginning

Dissipated we departed into solitude

Searching for the trace of equivalents

To erase the fear of quarantine

Soon the shame of aberration strangled us slowly

To vindicate the excessive I alone stand with the extant scorn

Carved in me

The lost have returned to wake the sworn

Shadows of the dead in me

Generation born into reverse

Scions of depravity

Lost returns with the sworn revenants

In the chasm of our reckoning I have found our transgressors

In the breach of our reckoning we are close to reprisal

In the chasm of our reckoning I have seen our founders

From the pit of my punishment I renounce you

Disavow, disavow, I liberate me

Disavow, disavow, I liberate me

Disavow, disavow, I liberate me

Disavow, disavow, I liberate me

I liberate me, I liberate me

Liberate me

The lost have returned to wake the sworn

Shadows of the dead in me

Generation born into reverse

Scions of depravity

Lost returns with the sworn

Shadows of the dead in me

Generation born into reverse

Revenants