The Machine

Rulers of the nations, man your battle stations and C'mon Build a Machine!

Now here is your story, come claim your newfound glory and C'mon, Build a Machine!

Derelicts of power are in the witching hour, high above the towers in fear you cannot cower so C'mon Build a Machine!

A dark resolution has chained the rising sun, insidious illusions, soon your work is done now C'mon Build a Machine!

Oh light, dim light you're crawling into darkness, trapping inside the sadness of the souls who plan this madness, inserting opposition

where hallowed ground is broken, make your intervention, let shine your final token and C'mon, Build a Machine!

Sharpening your blade for your crimson red consortium! Impact the noise and C'mon Build a Machine!

Harken hear with your deaf ear, the airraid sirens howling and
laughing voices prowling, with fire swift destruction,

this is your last induction oh C'mon now feel "The Machine!"

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