Clouds hanging low over the waste
Blackened sun no longer gives life
We had a good run but then arrived the end

Yet there’s a species that will still persist
Powered by batteries and steel
No purpose but existence to defend

As centuries pass they’re lying low
Wisdom gathered and combined
In imitation of their masters
Build a new way of life

Chorus:
Dawn of machine
Sunset of man
They’ve been given a chance
Adapt and build forevermore
Spread and rule the barren land
Will they forever stand
As masters of the dead world

Forging the meaning and their own myth
Ages of legend shrouded in the past
Machine god’s voice as the thunder will boom

Yet the struggle will always stay the same
When everything has been stripped bare and clean
Even for machines extinction looms

As eons will pass, lie very low
Wisdom reduced and corrupt
In imitation of their masters
They will live and then die

Chorus

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