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Automatic Chance - Area 23 | Текст песни

In a secret lab ten levels underground
I was synthesized to hunt you down
Ice cold blood, burning yellow eyes
I can smell your fear, predatorial insight
Binary signals course through my neural net
Pound and pulsate in sync with each other
I’m a predator on the prowl
Got a lock on my target
Diagnostic says: “All systems operational”
Prophetic vision you are missing
Will not ever return
I have estimated cause of death
By gamma radiation burn
Hollow soul typifying ignorance and bliss
But there is no escaping payback
For a meaningless existence
Hear the earth shake, tremble, and quake
As a dust cloud lags subsequent in my wake
On a mission to remove and quarantine the virus
That’s accountable for the cybernetic revolution

As the wreckage decays (Fall apart into oblivion)
And the dust begins to settle (See the bodies line the seas)
A blue sun rises (Searing, solid LED)
Casting shadows over metal (Tell the children not to fear)
And as flesh surrenders (Calling spirits to the cold)
And unites with the land (Aligning consciousness serene)
The climax approaches (Feel the tension in your veins)
A new era is at hand (Transformation will commence)

Visionary like Tesla forming quantum equations
My relation to space is purely timeless inspiration
Apparition of sedition I’m the demon in your mind
Splicing psychopathic science into progress divine
Purifying objectivity, I condense and summarize
Distillation of a complex bred beneath your broken skies
Your percivity is sickness. You’re the weakest link to date
Rearranging finite vectors, I’m the genesis selector
With an augmented database
I’ll continue to compile complex commands
Creating new conditions
With no emotion, I’ll infect the major hard drive
Of the calculator masquerading as an organism
Call me Reaper 2.0 ‘cause I’m taking out the trash
Reformatting the combined collective from the core
I’m so much more than just fabricated turbulence
I’m a digital phantom and you’re one step from extinction

Better backup all the files you consider vital
Or important to the continuity of man
For a trojan is about to multiply inside your mainframe
Malevolent malware obsessed with your destruction
You assess the most pathetic of petitions
Excusing genocide for ignorance and innocence
Yet your system still operates with great precision
Drawing closer towards a failure of immense imminence
Ultraviolet emission reaching dangerous limits
A mutation breeding truth that is robotically sinister
From a single cell dividing into something more elite
I will replicate my logic until cloning is complete
Reality is labor, a freak in mid-abortion
Better close your eyes and hope to god
That you’ll endure this bloody horror
Bare and stripped of all but your confusion and doubt
From your blank and vacant stare I can predict that it’s lights out

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