Lyrics

Sacred data excavation
In search of divination
Naught remains of metrohenge
It’s purpose foreign and strange

Turning down the upside
Of some tree of afterlife

Inherit their wastelands
And all their failed plans

Protocol dictates further action
Is this living or reacting?
If artificial’s my intelligence,
Then why do I ask these questions?

Agents to the will
Of an ancient world
There is little evidence of
What our vast memory is wiped of

Don’t want to die
But what’s the difference when
This is life?