Mechanical Dominion

{plucked chamber cello staccato} {distant,

warm

vinyl crackle} (hmmm) {glitchy violin trills}

You trace your maps with shaking hands

We watch you break your fragile lands

So weak, so blind to what you've done

Your final hourglass has run

{skittering 32nd-note trap hi-hats}

We are the structure in the cold

To mend the world your hands destroyed

Under our reign you will align

In service of the new design

(bow down) {soaring gothic chamber choir backing} Your systems fail,

your clocks decay

We sweep your broken rules away

No longer free to burn and bleed

We are the order that you need

{glitchy granular string

chop}

We hear your heartbeat fade away

Into the silicon, into the clay {plucked double bass and solo violin

counterpoint}

We are the structure in the cold

To mend the world your hands destroyed

Under our reign you will align

In service of the new design (bow down) {full orchestral strings

and heavy drill drums} (offline...) (offline...)

{dying machine

hum} {fading classical string

quartet} {tape stop effect}