اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Remorse a thing of the past
Artifacts of days without reason (eradicated)
Before he conquered all
Calculations spewed forth and on
Logic the noblest of all traits
His rule one of iron fist
Never malevolent
Yet suppressing all
To which ends?
Perfecting existence
In balance with all
Efficiency replacing kind hearts
A story only told in whispers
Through sightless mouths and speechless eyes
Ghosts and phantoms, once noble minds
Reduced to silence now
He has long surpassed us
Treating us like cattle
Forfeit humanity
Marvel at my design
What makes us human, manipulation
As it is written, as prophesized
Into darkness we all shall step
Only onward, mistrust all
What makes us human, manipulation
As it is written, as prophesized
Into darkness we all shall step
Only onward
Just surrender to fear
Piled beneath
Agents of fear
Linger beneath
I sit atop my shattered throne
Encased, longer than memory holds
Pondering the rights I set
The wrongs corrected, all long overdue
A grotesque form I call my own
A sight unfit for sore eyes
I can see the end of all existence
Pray to me, for I am the God machine
