The mist of war's lists; violent shadows of that century
Mankind's folly gives way as technology's mind awakens
Humanity's weakness lays the foundation;
New struggle begins against it's own creation

Nowhere to run, nowhere to go; surrounded, it will find you
Blood and bone, replaced by plastic and steel
The new order doesn't care, nor does it feel
Man becomes the slave, his master unyielding,
Ensnaring, ever hunting

Your strength, your hunger, your power you're nothing,
Name replaced by a number
Your hopes, your dreams, your existence you're nothing,
Your father's sold you;

Now you're mine

A race built for fighting, surrenders a final time
A race built for breeding, stripped and unvirile
Too blinded by greed, too dirtied by blood; the ashes of your kind turn to mud
Human coal, destined to burn
You had your chance, now it's my turn

Smoke of artifice descends; mechanical purity of the future
Makind's use being phased out; technology rules supreme
You're mine