You will rust the bones of a thousand machines
You will sing, a hymn for the awakened non-beings
Erupting from the ground, they’ll walk all over town
The people will be covered by death’s dynamic shroud
The air waves will be blanketed with screams of the crowd
And we’ll riot and we’ll call them not pious
And we will say ‘everything you believe is not righteous’
You will break the bars of their prison of belief
There won’t a single elite, left unscathed from our collective rage
And the people will walk with the waking dead, all the way
To their stolen riches bed, where their looted folly rests
In the coffers of people who didn’t deserve it
And we’ll riot and we’ll call them not pious
And we will say ‘everything you believe is not righteous’
And we will put an end to all their violence
They'll send their canines out, we'll pour strychnine in their mouths
And we'll watch and laugh as the old world comes tumbling down
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