Self alteration - Theory In Practice

Behold our enemy, the cut throuat machinery

In for the kill, we’ll never know what hit us, no

Extinction in evolution, activity in vague memory

Behold the obscene — we’re at one with the machines

A soulles existence, spiritual decadence

We begged for this damnation

But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came

Developing and breeding mechanical species

A spawn of enemies, enslaver of minds

Burning the remains of thoughts

This phoenix will not rise from its ashes

Sleeping awake, all questions die

We are replaced, never knowing what happened or why

Self alteration, be part of the humachinery

But time shall tell you are your own enemy

We begged for this damnation

But hoped to hell it would vanish when it came

Focused on advancing, obsessed by perfection

Yet the tides are turning, and the mirror of illusions cracks