The Dying Grace of Machines

Welcome to the greatest club on earth Come home Welcome to the club Can you feel the galaxies flow 100,000 miles to earth below Make this moment last Make this star explode This may be the only love we'll ever know Can you feel me? Oh oh you won't return home We won't be traced We're on our own We're moving targets without a home So hold me tightly like you hold your weapons We risk our lives to socialize We forge identification to humanize For the dying grace of machines is not reason to bleed I won't serve the machine I will not serve the machine I will not serve the machine you bastards No Failure to acknowledge the president as god will Mark you as a terrorist, ban you from dancing, buying, selling, and eating Please declare the president as God No You are now identified as a terrorist You are an enemy of the world nation You are an enemy of the machine You will be terminated Identify yourself, human Identify. Please identify Your citizenship cannot be validated You have failed to declare the world leader as your God Your allegiance is not satisfactory You will be detained You will be terminated You will be terminated You won't return home So now you know you're on your own You felt the galaxies flow 100,000 light years away from home We will not serve the machines We will embrace each other We will forever overthrow what is hollow You'll die on the battlefield What is hollow You'll die on the battlefield What is hollow You'll die on the battlefield What is hollow You'll rot in the ground What is hollow You'll rot in the ground. You’ll rot in the ground