Failsafe
Miles and miles of wire make up it's soul,
A pinnacle of man, technology achieving it's goal.
A new living being acquired a will of it's own,
The beast we have nurtured is reaping just what Man has sown.
*Chorus*:
Arm, load, aim, fire!
Arm, load, aim, fire!
Arm, load, aim, fire!
FIRE!
Wire, circuits, transistors, say we've ben attacked.
Wire, circuits, transistors are all that react.
There is no hoope, there's no turning back,
When the computer decides unknown track.
*Chorus*
Machine void of morality,
A mind creates reality.
Machine decides what is done,
To it, it's just another program to run.
Fail-fail-fail-fail
Pretty, pretty don't you please, don't you fuckin' look at me.
You know that I am...
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