We returned to heaven to confront our resurrected horrors, they'd restlessly started a horrible revolt
So I smashed their thieving greedy blackened halos right back into broken zeros of digital hope, copper, and hurt
Say I won't
All your artists are just servants of the status quo
This darkness starves us, trademarks us miserable
Come damage me, do your worst. Our impossible populous
Immeasurable metropolis
The machinery stays as the scenery crumbles away and we capitalize on our opportunities
Come damage me
I descend into the cadence to unlock the city gates and retreat to my basement
Make the end come for me