Was made by the acts
Of human hands
No hope to escape
No hope for anything
Nothing is possible
Obedient to our plans
We had been damned
We foresaw miracles
And the great rains
But they
Never came
We prayed to invented gods
Nothing real
Found out we're the liars
Demanded relief
Didn't even believe
In the gods
The ones we made
By our own hands
The damage has echoed
Through the generations
Our memories live
But of a higher place
Lost to catastrophe
Of the world at present
Fears and failures
Are now too grave
We are the fallen
No hope to be saved
We are the newly dead
Our flesh goes on
But our soul is gone
Our lives condemned
We believe in machines
To a lure of technology
We've become enslaved
They will steal our dreams
Until we live to serve them instead
“Knowledge, absolutely sure of its infallibility, is faith” Yevgeny Zamyatin
