Mendel's machines replicate in the night   In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light   He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud   They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds      The new Franklins fly their kites   With omega point in the sight   And 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...   Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws   Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws      With my machines I can dispatch you   From this world without a trace   Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place      Content-shifting shopping malls   Gasoline trees and walk-through walls      None of them knew...      As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth   I feel the gray goo boiling my blood      Try to hide from the lies as they all come true   Deus absconditus   Deus nullus deus nisi deus      I feel the grey goo boiling my blood   As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain   Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man      None of them knew they were robots      Buying an X or an O   Cats game for Joe Blow   In state craft tic tac toe      A binary hug or kiss   Post industrial bliss   Can be wrung from utility mist      They stole the great arcanum   The secret fire   Moloch found his gold   For the new empire   Once again   The necrophage becomes saint      Lindy hop around the truth   Jump back wolf pack attack   Swingin' up there in the noose   Jump back wolf pack attack   Slap back white shark attack   Slap back white shark attack   Phased array diffraction nets      From full-wall paint-on TV sets   Migratory home sublets   And time shared diamond fiber sets      Recombinant logos keys      Bitic Qabalistic trees   I feel the grey goo boiling my blood   As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea      Try to save the world by immolating myself   The flood of counterfeits released   From history   The black cloud   Automotons gather all the pieces   The resurrection of the deceased   In simulation jubilation   For the builders   So the world may be increased   Of the body of the beast