Deprived from our creation
Regression to our demise
The march of human beings
Machines replace mankind

Destined to ruin
All what we touch
Barcode marked for a lifetime
Ready for the grand finale

Dark clouds approaching in the sky
Walk towards the cliff that await
Upcoming generations

A hideous landscape
Where grief rules above everyone
As long as we exist
This hecatomb won’t stop

One more victim
Of the hand that feeds me
The one you tried to bite
Try no longer son, this is a lost war