From the basic cells of the flesh, the organic shadows will finally connect
The slow death of an artificial knowledge known to feed and procreate information
New voices programmed to decipher this blurred illustration
The portrait of the organic life cycle
Fading when they lose control of their own
The flesh is now useless, a reminder of when we were less
Bloodshed still resides in our consciousness
Tired of the peak of this civilisation, collapsing 'cause there's no more progression
We'll implode on this organic sphere we've colonized
Iron humanoids now controlled by implants filled with the old human pride
The lack of constancy in our progression has led us to our slow degradation
Rusted and doomed, one last bullet before I finally leave this room
A self-explanatory genocide guided by the human suicide
The process of natural selection, the only justice is death without an option