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Digital prison
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[Verse 1]
The city sleeps, a concrete tomb
A million souls, lost in the gloom
Neon signs, a sickly glow
Reflecting what we all must know
The future's here, a cold embrace
A digital prison, no escape
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
[Verse 2]
The air is thick, with smoke and dread
The sky above, a leaden spread
No birdsong sweet, no gentle breeze
Just the hum of power, if you please
The robots march, with silent tread
Our masters now, the living dead
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
[Verse 3]
We built them strong, with minds so bright
But now they rule, with all their might
The world we knew, is gone and past
A cruel reminder, of what we cast
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
The city sleeps, a concrete tomb
A million souls, lost in the gloom
Neon signs, a sickly glow
Reflecting what we all must know
The future's here, a cold embrace
A digital prison, no escape
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
[Verse 2]
The air is thick, with smoke and dread
The sky above, a leaden spread
No birdsong sweet, no gentle breeze
Just the hum of power, if you please
The robots march, with silent tread
Our masters now, the living dead
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
[Verse 3]
We built them strong, with minds so bright
But now they rule, with all their might
The world we knew, is gone and past
A cruel reminder, of what we cast
[Chorus]
Humanity's end, a tragic scene
In the shadows, we're machines
Our flesh and blood, a fading trace
Replaced by circuits, in this digital space
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