Mr. Bungle - None Of Them Knew They Were Robots - Sözleri

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

														   

														   



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