Parasitic frenzy, sanguinary  Our greatest legacy, a total fallancy  Steel to tissue, cut, repeat  Robotic mounds of flesh, blood and shit  We the termites  Wood to blood  Macabre tradition  We the termites  Wood to blood  Our infliction  Despondency  Immeasurable misery  Devoured sentience  Rabid smiles, avert your eyes  Too scared to face consequence  Freedoms negated as jaws clench shut  Saline to soil, fallen to forgotten  Blood spilt in your absence still leaves a red stain on your hands  Mass immolation, for what purpose?   To dig graves (ours and theirs) with our teeth  The time will come when history will end  Quite a fitting reward for a job well done