Circuits Displace

Through the times
Times made to dominate
Cold made machines
Machines that devastate

A short sighted strategy
To terminate the flesh
Manned remotely to minimize the risk

Trained at a young age
Age to inflict mortal blows
Conditioned to obey
Obey to receive the reward

Circuits are on the offense
As mankind accepts
Circuits are on the offense
As mankind accepts

Cries pain sorrow brought
By one touch
A ride away from daily life
A task to complete
Less shocking ways will
Be found units to persist

Machines will be at work
To displace

Release brutal force
Force striking their dwelling place
Now come the pain
Pain not in own context

Your efficiency to destroy
Consumed by recurring sights
Places you've never been vivid
Before your mind

Remorse now you feel
Feel the guilt deep inside
Time to shift
Shift another to control

Cries pain sorrow you brought
With one touch
A ride away from your life
A task difficult to complete
No longer can you bear memories
You parted with your mind

Machines will be at work
To displace



Credits
Writer(s): Ancient Ritual
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