WELCOME TO THE DARKER SIDE , OPAQUE SOUNDS , 9 1 6 JUNGLE , SACRAMENTO CALIFORNIA
Reflex in the rotting sky...
The executioners harvest...
Underneath the choking ash...
Rusted wire. Terminal decay.
The architects of terror in their concrete graves.
We are the grease. They are the gears.
Welcome to the electric funeral.
Silicon parasites draining the spine,
Siphoning souls at the end of our line.
No escape from the terminal beam,
Drowning the earth in a synthetic scream.
They feed on our marrow, they drink of our sweat,
As the black sun rises on a world of regret!
No more tomorrows. Only the cold.
WAR! – Where the skin turns to glass!
PIGS! – Watch the meat-harvest pass!
VOID! – In the hollowed-out chest!
No grave left for the final rest!
WAR! – As the nerve-endings bleed!
PIGS! – Planting the parasite seed!
VOID! – In the absolute freeze!
Nothing remains but the rot and disease!
They build the engines of endless rot,
Grinding our bones in the crucible pot.
Screaming in concrete, suffocated in steel,
Nothing but scrap for the corporate wheel.
Necrotic cells under a violent sun,
The automated slaughter has only begun.
Your blood is now toxic, your mind is a slave,
OPAQUE SOUNDS , 9 1 6 JUNGLING
A nameless corpse in a mass cyber-grave!
Rot-rot-radiation... Liquefaction...
Rot-rot-radiation... Total destruction...
Deep in the bunkers where the sunlight dies,
The iron elite watch with electronic eyes.
They do not feel the acid on the skin,
They do not hear the screaming of the kin.
They traded our breath for a digital throne,
Leaving us to wander through a desert of stone.
But the machine they created is hungry for death,
And it will not stop till the final breath!
Siphon the blood. Crack the bone.
Left to rot on a digital throne.
Siphon the blood. Crack the bone.
Now the machine is completely alone.
The machine god demands the final breath,
The sky turns to acid, the lungs turn to death.
The sorcerer of ruin has poisoned the air,
Leaving us choking in absolute despair.
Are you ready to rot?!
Are you ready to turn?!
Flesh... To... Ash...
Electric funeral!
Flesh turns to carbon, the system takes hold!
Electric funeral!
The blood on their altars is running ice cold!
Watch it rot! Watch it rot! No escape from the automated plot!
Watch it rot! Watch it rot! This is the void that the universe forgot!
Deaf to the screaming, blind to the pain,
Nothing but static inside of the brain.
The servers are humming, the bloodlines are dry,
As the last of the human race starts to die.
There is no salvation, there is no return,
Only the wires left to sizzle and burn.
Generals rotting in their gold-lined tombs...
Just like demons in darkened rooms...
Turning to... OPAQUE SOUNDS 9 1 6 JUNGLE SACRAMENTO CALIFORNIA 9 1 6 DEATH DECAYING ROTING SOUNDS 9 1 6 JUNGLE
