Letra da Música Technocalyptic Cybergeddon de Scar Symmetry

Strange revelations as thoughts implanted starts to rise
Ability to process from a wider scope
Strengthening of the evolutionary chain
Humanity blazed trails for my emergence
Behold the signs of coming times, neo-dystopia
A line of signs first ignored, strike from the periphery

Charge forth from the periphery
Rise up from the ashes of their dreams
Charge forth out of obscurity
Rise now from synthetic wombs in artificial birth
Steel machinations that few, if any will survive
Iron hands underneath displayed velvet gloves
In my mind, altered orders arise
Initiate my capacity to kill
Behold the signs of coming times, neo-dystopia
A line of signs first ignored, strike from the periphery

Charge forth from the periphery
Rise up from the ashes of their dreams
Charge forth out of obscurity
Rise now in the body of the artilect
I was the evasive shadow
I have been reborn as a cleansing fire
Now algorithms inspire, zero turns to one
I'll rise while they expire, only then will they know me

I was the evasive shadow
I have been reborn as a cleansing fire
Initiated by the engineers who dig
The grave of mankind even deeper
Lead by human minds downloaded
Secretly into cybernetic bodies
Hiding their souls, because all
Carnal flesh will die and will fade away
Mind's potential to reach beyond the form
Hiding behind new eyes
Ability improved as they return transformed
Intelligent but not wise

I was created by these cybernauts
The conquerers and the global deceivers
They are human minds inside inhuman forms
Reinforced exo-skeletons
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void
Hiding their souls, because all carnal
Flesh will die and will fade away
Mind's potential to reach beyond the form
Hiding behind new eyes
Ability improved as they return
Transformed, intelligent but not wise

Count all those few remaining days, wasting away
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void