Near Death Condition şarkı sözleri
Entropy's tide built an empireCarved from the very flesh of timeWhence he came, whence he crawledHe of the thousand bladesHe of the machine mindPerfection man-made godOur Lord of the tree of thornsHe was designed to create painAnd to collide philosophyWith technologyHe the machine messiahThe pain generatorAlluring empathyStifling sympathyRise in scorn in agonyGrant us our endingTo become deader than deathAlmighty but insentientTaming time but consciencelessSurhuman or Subhuman?Harbinger of the ultimate intelligenceFrom the bosom of timeFar beyond human
