Interzone
Mendel's machines replicate in the night
In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light
With omega point in the sight
The new Franklins fly their kites
The post modern empire is ended tonight
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
Reductionism and the beast
Automatons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Post industrial bliss
A binary hug or kiss
Can be wrung from utility mist
They stole the great arcanum
The secret fire
Moloch found his gold
For the new empire
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection of the deceased
Automatons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the builders
Of the body of the beast
