Expulse my imagination Billions of thoughts escaping my forehead My own perception is making it's way to the Maker If the signs are correct This would be the most horrible time For the weak, for the last ones left behind Planets collisions are guiding our epiphany There is no one supreme being It's only the awareness about growing up in machines Wires, steel, gears have been taken place on this humanity Taking my holy possessions To see if there's a way out Before the dark Machine replaces my own heart Save yourself This happens only everytime, I try to fight It against my will Run for your life Can I maintain my conformation Blurry portraits guided by idiocy It doesn't halt it's a progression Modern cages exposing our alibis Wires, steel, gears have been taken place on this humanity Our own consistency is doubtful We are growing up in machines