Able Archer 83 Able Archer 83
Ignorance grips reality
The axis of evil are turning
Vacuum created by masterminds
Has to be filled
This is the future of man
Omnicide authority
Archived in OblivionEclipse of sight, dawn of the apocalypse,
Humanities suffering shrouded in flames
defiled their own earth, but still, in the demise, shifting, the blame
All is lost, no planet to stay on, to infest
Infantile race lost in their own game
checkmate themselves with a trump cart of annihilation
complete obliteration, the price for it all
Artificial RespirationPast spirits, no one knew,
Find new lives, in unnatural ways.
A cover up, to test the process
of recreating, mankind?
Commencing a life that’s been lived before.
A second life is offered,
Accepted and suffered
Blood RedSoftware Inter-graded
We're Pulse controlled
Maximizing Instinct
Our Blood Runs Cold
Fused With Metal
Brainwaves Intensified
Adrenaline Rush
Control Alternate DeleteComputer networks eclipse the stars
Nothing is real I feel a pulse inside
Electrons and lights flow freely
Bodies function mechanically
Control
Alternate
Demon StatuesDemon Statues
Princes of hatred
Each their own
Pallet of suffering
Demonic pleasures
At command
Mortal pawns
Sick laughing
Grown for FornicationDisconnected And Ripped From Life's Connection
Thrown Naked In The Mud
Raped By Mechanical Steel
Only The Half Of Her Skin Attached To Her Body
Grown For Fornication To Breed New Flesh For Consumption
She And Her Kind Exist In Coma
Others Used For Energy The Rest Rots By The Masses On Iron Ground
SingularityI become, I am born, to come into being
Intelligent design from evolution
Not enough
Devoted to genetic research
Thinking to be more than man
Bypassing random natural selection
Synthetic ImmortalityUnnatural Exterior, indestructible framework,
Autogenous Interior, Flesh Is Obsolete, I’m The Gods Themselves
Breaking up civilization, prototype of mankind, maverick creation
Pandora’s box has opened Humanity will be renewed
enraged by, their ghosts
Placebo for their shortcoming. Soon it will not matter
The Programmers ChamberImprisoned In Between Rust And Cybermanity
Across Seas Of Sand, Preserved In Fortified Structures Of Steel,
I Am The Last One
The Rest Is Hacked, Tubed And Integrated In Machines
How Did This Happen , Weren't We In Control
The World Is Already Dead,
Cast In Steel,