The streets are silent but they scream in my head
Larching bullets echo a rhythm once trapped
Smoke rises high like a funeral pyre
Hope drowns beneath the wire
This is the end, the end of the line
Steel hearts and hollow minds intertwine
The clock has stopped, the skies turn red
Civilizations dream lies dead
Bands used to heal, a heart of wires forgets how to feel
But machines live, progress whispered till it claimed the throne
A thousand lights rated for one machine
The human soul now a myth unseen