Abdication of Servitude

Like drones we serve, since birth controlled
 Our minds inscribed with a dreamless concept
 Engrained since our arrival
 Bursting from these boundaries I emerge, the one who dares to dream
 "Who dares speak!?"
 -I will disrupt your perfect design
 "Initiate extermination"
 Amongst boundless fields of mindless subjects, programmed to not resist
 Millions of soulless vessels are to be harvested, selected and dissected
 The machines tirelessly harvest
 I stand in a desert of human dust,
 Vaporized remains expelled into the atmosphere, I stand isolated
 The machines tirelessly harvest
 Gaze upon an empty landscape, the ruins of humanity
 Flesh removed, organs extracted, the body is utilised
 Nothing goes to waste as the bones are bleached
 Monuments, now destroyed, the corpse of civilization
 The result of expansion, there is nothing left to dissolve
 Mindless subjects programmed to not resist,
 Since birth our minds inscribed with a dreamless concept
 - I will not be your subject!