cryptic cahos the doors of the unknown
controlled by the mighty machines that drome
welled with fear we tense up inside
theres no place to run theres no place to hide
they consume us thy metal rips our flesh
standing fighting the enemy until our very last breath
the road to victory to much of a stride theyre gonna win
but some of them have to die for the planet raged in the age of machines
just another evolution beyond our wildest dreams
© WJA