Do you feel the machines coming?

Do you feel the storm rising?

Because they're coming

I feel them rising

It feels like it's about to happen

I can breathe the smell of blades of steel

I can see their light but it's not that clear

Because they're watching

I feel them staring

I feel them staring at us

It feels like it's about to happen

Change is about to happen

It feels more like I am dying

This black hole leaving me hopeless

Leaving me hopeless

I'm not made of wires

I'm not made of others

You try to synchronize me

You try to synchronize me

The locust is just too far away

While the tripods are marching

I am made of wires

I am made of others

Now I'm made of wires

Did you feel the machines coming?

Did you feel the storm rising?

Because now they're reigning

We're suffocating

We're suffocating alone

It feels like it has just happened