We'd taken too much for granted
And all the time it had grown
From techno seeds we'd first planted
Evolved a mind of its own
Walking in the street dragging iron feet
Laser beaming hearts
Ripping men apart
From what had been our perfection
Where we could do as we please
In secrecy this infection
Was spreading like a disease
Hiding underground
Knowing we'd be found
Fearing for our lives
Reaped by robot scythes
Metal gods metal gods
Machines are taking all over
With mankind in their command
In time they'd learn to discover
How they could make their demands
Better be the slaves
To their wicked ways
Than meeting with our death
Engulfed in molten breath
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