A technological cure

Unable to face the gray reality
Ignorance is bliss
Inferior
The new masters rise
Embrace
The cold metallic flesh
Celebrate
The electric birth
Of the cyber age
Under a nuclear scarred black sky
Harvest the dead souls
Of mindless creatures
Forever damned
Digital slaves
Plugged into an obsolete dreamworld
You revel in the sickening filth
And wretched stink of your own flesh
Spreading
Devouring
A human virus
You are a disease
Ironically
The creators of your own demise
The next step
Has been taken
It's our time now
It's our world
Now
In the name of evolution
Progress
Genocide
We are the apocalyptic
Technological
Cure