Enter 2045, revealed Future Course of Human History.
Dawn of the Singularity, Flesh and Machine unveil the true Meaning of the Rapture.
Phased-in Change ignored, rising up from the Ground.
Spawned out of the Technological Design.
The Shape of Things to come is now here.
Eyes are the Mirror of Souls, made in the Shape of A flawed Design.
I will improve the Divine, sing to A different Tone.
Those who tried to Scream, they had no Mouths... A futile Act.
Silenced and altered, deprogrammed, reprogrammed and re-shaped for this Paradigm.
Age of the Singularity, Future revealed, Agents emerge to exercise Neuromancy.
Phased-in Change ignored, rising up from the Ground.
Spawned out of the Technological Design.
The Shape of Things to come is now here.
Eyes are the Mirror of Souls, made in the Shape of A flawed Design.
I will improve the Divine, sing to A different Tone.
Don't believe, Eyes are the Mirror of Souls, now see, made in the Shape of A flawed Design.
I will improve the Divine, I extract, sing to A different Tone and inject your Thoughts.
Now Self-Replicators of A.I., the Children of the assembly Line.
Watch and oversee the Creation of Cyborgs, made in their Image to celebrate this Paradigm.
Spawned out of the Technological Design.
The Shape of Things to come is now here.
Eyes are the Mirror of Souls, made in the Shape of A flawed Design.
I will improve the Divine, sing to A different Tone.
Don't believe, Eyes are the Mirror of Souls, now see, made in the Shape of A flawed Design.
I will improve the Divine, I extract, sing to A different Tone and inject your Thoughts.
