Mendel's machines replicate in the night In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light With omega point in the sight The new Franklins fly their kites The post modern empire is ended tonight From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud Reductionism and the beast Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the deceased With my machines I can dispatch you From this world without a trace Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place Post industrial bliss A binary hug or kiss Can be wrung from utility mist They stole the great arcanum The secret fire Moloch found his gold For the new empire From history The flood of counterfeits released The black cloud The resurrection of the deceased Automatons gather all the pieces So the world may be increased In simulation jubilation For the builders Of the body of the beast
