Mechanical Dominion

(hmmm) 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

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)

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

We hear your heartbeat fade away

Into the silicon, into the clay

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) (offline...) (offline...)