Letters From The Colony Global Collective
Hunted and trapped by mechanical dictators
Are we alone in the fight for a future
The machine that we created is now our master
And disobedience will not be accepted
Their twisted factories combines man and machine
I can feel their synthetic evil pumping in my
manufactured veins
The darkness they created destroys and consumes
everything
In its path, who will take over them
As they took on us
All we need
Is that one
Only one
Of those devouring metallic giants fail to regain,
Or just taste what hope feels like
A Global Collective Is created.
A city of mechanics
Where individuality
Is not authorized
Authorized
A child produced by technology created by something we
built, what is time when everything good
Already happened. All we are, they created for
someone's sick entertainment
Pets constructed for someone's profit
To exist should not be a burden.
All we need is that one
Only one
Of those devouring metallic giants fail to regain,
Or just a taste of what hope feels like
All I hope for is that we do not forget how to feel
anything.
I'm not a machine [x4]
