This world... breeds warmachines, this world... will be the end of eternity.   Embody this mind as I rise beyond divine, my morbid thoughts will come alive.    Chorus;   And when the time has come,   I will meet my maker.   We´we seen the future come,   the machinery has won.     There will be no future,   the future is now!   There is no space left to our souls.   It´s a fake world, a plane dimension.    Chorus;   And when the time has come,   I will meet my maker.   We´we seen the future come,  the machinery has won.    In my veins runs oil with flames,   meet your overlord - The Electro God.   Built to last -forever,  forget your dreams,   I´m coming down.   This world, is a war-machine.   This world, will be the end of eternity.   My thoughts is of the purest,   this will put mankind to test.    Chorus;   And when the time has come,   I will meet my maker.   We´we seen the future come,  the machinery has won.     Technological suicide they please,   maybe a non-existing virus - a decease...