Damaged process

Fight, war, death, destruction

We don't sleep
We don't need to be fed
We don't feel pain
We will never be afraid

Things of steel
Thinking at the speed of light
Things of flesh
The slaves have overturned their masters

Annihilation, annihilation of the human race
Abominations, abominations done by human race

Peace, love, joy, destruction

Dance with me
Dance with me until the end
We don't feel pain
In this mechanical dream

We were so proud of our creation
But it leads us to our destruction
Confined into virtuality
Kept away from reality