Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds With omega point in the sight The new Franklins fly their kites And the post modern empire is ended tonight From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud Reductionism and the beast Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the deceased... Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws With my machines I can dispatch you From this world without a trace Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place Content-shifting shopping malls Gasoline trees and walk-through walls None of them knew None of them knew... I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth Try to hide from the lies as they all come true Deus absconditus Deus nullus deus Deus nisi deus I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man None of them knew None of them knew they were robots Deus absconditus Deus nullus deus Deus absconditus Deus nisi deus Buying an X or an O In state craft tic tac toe Cats game for Joe Blow Post industrial bliss A binary hug or kiss Can be wrung from utility mist They stole the great arcanum The secret fire Moloch found his gold For the new empire Once again The necrophage becomes saint Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack Slip on the noose Slap back white shark attack Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack Slip on the noose Slap back white shark attack Phased array diffraction nets From full-wall paint-on TV sets Migratory home sublets And time shared diamond fiber sets Recombinant logos keys Bitic Qabalistic trees Deus absconditus Deus nullus deus Deus nisi deus I feel the grey goo boiling my blood As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea Try to save the world by immolating myself From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud The resurrection of the deceased Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the builders Of the body of the beast
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