Take a rigid allegiance to all that gleams,
To all that glitters and shines in the blood of machines
For all that take solace in antiquity,
Take your phantoms and cast them away, curse them to waste
Smash no commandments, curse them to waste
Lay your head down in pastures of circuits unseen
Swallow fallout from heaven that lands at your feet
For all that take solace in antiquity, waste away, curse it to waste
Smash no commandments, curse them to waste