This is a machine winter
Look for the signs but my conscience deceives me
Stare at the sun till these eyes are too burnt to see
Gears grinding
Fears colliding
Electrodes dying
Decompsed lightning
Found in fire
Lost in annihilation
This is a machine winter
I can see though their eyes,
They begin to break
I can see through their eyes,
They begin to pray
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