| Now gaze at this ashen world |
| A declaration of defeat |
| Awaiting the final strike |
| Drones will spearhead the descent |
| Dive down to the barren ground |
| Search for survivors in the filth and grime |
| Drones search high and low |
| Above and below |
| Exterminators without remorse or guilt |
| From scanning satellites |
| We’re guided out of sight |
| As furious shapes emerge |
| Discovered targets die |
| Our way the wicked’s coming |
| Drones deployed to destroy |
| Now observing out of sight |
| Scanners pick up human scent |
| Errors as they calculate |
| Inconclusive |
| Inferno upon the earth |
| Besieged scorched quadrant set ablaze |
| The machines deployed |
| Craft sent to destroy |
| Determination ignited their circuits |
| From scanning satellites |
| We’re guided out of sight |
| As furious shapes emerge |
| Discovered targets die |
| Our way the wicked’s coming |
| Drones deployed to destroy |
| Carrion of disease, causing certain mutation |
| Suffer those who survived |
| Politics of the tech generation |
| Forced, I slowly will become |
| A born transgressor |
| To restore what still remains |
| An example to alternate the platforms of war |
| For I’ve seen a vision |
| The source undefined |
| I find myself immersed in conversation with the sky |
| Guided to the catacombs |
| By a coming race |
| From scanning satellites |
| We’re guided out of sight |
| As furious shapes emerge |
| Discovered targets die |
| Our way the wicked’s coming |
| Drones deployed to destroy |
| The quadrant burning bright |
| Scorned stands the sheltered site |
| Victorious grueling scourge |
| Those guided out of sight |
| Await the great undoing |
| And avoid their downfall |
| Carrion of disease, causing certain mutation |
| Suffer those who survived |
| Politics of the tech generation |