The Machine - Darkwell

The visions have become real

A technocratic sight

Mankind’s flow corrupted

Dimensions of control

The arch-emotions are lost

But desire remains

A free spirit again — unwanted

A machine, Newtopias heart

The future curse

The machine, A cyborg tool

Mens power is gone

A machine, industrination

It’s the systems fall!

A virtual admission of guilt, confession

Orwell’s future tense, libertcidal

The species enslaved, the will is broken

To avert doom — obnoxious

A machine, Supernatural reign

The futures curse

The machine, The creature a fool

Mens power is gone

A machine, exploitation

It’s the systems fall!

A machine, Newtopias heart

A virtual world

The machine, A cyborg tool

The control is lost

A machine, industrination

Ultimate domination!