Tartarus - Mechina

Eclipsed in the shadows of lifeless eyes

A broken man stands shattered and cold

Searching for a memory of home

Although my number implies that search has ended

A simulation may have spread and infected

No sense of direction

No sense of reflection

Xenon defined

In a world of unquestioned perfection

How many lives were lost

In completing this inhuman automation

How many nations had to kneel

To imbue such complacency

In what is black and white

No sense of direction

No sense of reflection

Xenon defined

In a world of unquestioned perfection

As if machine gods were buried

Hold up the sky

These towers like hands

Hold up the sky

My past is as empty

As empty as the life in their eyes

As if machine gods were buried

Hold up the sky

No sense of direction

No sense of reflection

Xenon defined

In a world of unquestioned perfection