This world... breeds warmachines, this world... will be the end of eternity.
Embody this mind as I rise beyond divine, my morbid thoughts will come alive.
Chorus;
And when the time has come,
I will meet my maker.
We´we seen the future come,
the machinery has won.
There will be no future,
the future is now!
There is no space left to our souls.
It´s a fake world, a plane dimension.
Chorus;
And when the time has come,
I will meet my maker.
We´we seen the future come,
the machinery has won.
In my veins runs oil with flames,
meet your overlord - The Electro God.
Built to last -forever,
forget your dreams,
I´m coming down.
This world, is a war-machine.
This world, will be the end of eternity.
My thoughts is of the purest,
this will put mankind to test.
Chorus;
And when the time has come,
I will meet my maker.
We´we seen the future come,
the machinery has won.
Technological suicide they please,
maybe a non-existing virus - a decease...

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