Mendels machines replicate in the night, In the black iron prison of St. Augustines light. Hes paying the bills and theyre doing him proud, They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds. With omega point in the sight, The new Franklins fly their kites. And the post modern empire is ended tonight. From history, the flood of counterfeits released. The black cloud reductionism and the beast. Automatons gather all the pieces, So the world may be increased. In simulation jubilation for the deceased... Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws, Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws. With my machines, I can dispatch you From this world without a trace. Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place... Content-shifting shopping malls, Gasoline trees and walk-through walls. None of them knew... As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth, I feel the gray goo boiling my blood. Try to hide from the lies as they all come true. Deus absconditus... Deus nullus deus... Deus nisi deus... I feel the grey goo boiling my blood, As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain. Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man... None of them knew they were robots... Deus absconditus... Deus nullus deus... Deus nisi deus... Buying an X or an O, In state craft tic tac toe, Cats game for Joe Blow. A binary hug or kiss; Post industrial bliss Can be wrung from utility mist... They stole the great arcanum, the secret fire. Moloch found his gold for the new empire once again. The necrophage becomes saint... Lindy hop around the truth... (Jump back wolf pack attack) Swingin up there in the noose... (Jump back wolf pack attack Slap back white shark attack...) Phased array diffraction nets From full-wall paint-on TV sets. Migratory home sublets And time shared diamond fiber sets... Recombinant logos keys, Bitic Qabalistic trees... Deus absconditus... Deus nullus deus... Deus nisi deus... I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea. Try to save the world by immolating myself. The flood of counterfeits released From history, the black cloud; Automotons gather all the pieces. The resurrection of the deceased. In simulation jubilation for the builders, So the world may be increased Of the body of the beast.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 01:53:56 +0000
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