These machines hunt you down
like a murder charge.
They grind you down, snuff you out,
they hate you for who you are.

Man is obsolete,
machines take control.
They rules your lives,
and ruin your souls,

When a pulse becomes a crime,
who will stand for the right?
Tin soldiers without souls,
grim reapers of the night...

Man is obsolete,
machines imprision us all.
Line us up like flocks of sheep,
humanity takes the fall.

These things that aren't alive
don't have to be a martyr.
Is faith gone or just destroyed,
tattooed a barcode on your God.

Man is obsolete,
these weapons of mass deception.
Armed to the teeth, nothing to lose,
self-destructive aggresion.

A criminal to the system
a warmonger to the end.
Killing fields and mass-grave sites
a hatebreed to the end.

Self-control loose the dogs of war
a living killing machine.
blood and oil drowns our cries,
a voice that sounds our extintion

Metal bodies against flesh and blood,
both with a single purpose.
Contest of will, against program,
with none coming out above.

Man is obsolete,
defined as a disease.
Machines enact the final act,
they think that they're the cure.

Metal bodies twisted and ruined,
oil stains on the rocks.
Broken bones under chrome feet,
crosses line the fields.

Man is obsolete,
humanity's last down fall.
Machines just a predator,
feeding on it's creator.

Metal bodies junk and scrap,
flesh stitched and bandaged.
We'll keep fighting until the end,
or machines are beaten down.

Man is obsolete,
machines have the upper hand.
maleviolent, carcenogenic,
our intentions are diseased for show.

Fighting end to bloody end
protraited by this act of God.
Warmongers clench their aching teeth,
their weapons sound the call.

Hate is alive, suffers silently
warmongers with the need to kill.
Flesh against titanium skin,
the newbreed against the old.



It's the war against the machines...

09/27/2005