None Of Them Knew They Were Robots

(álbum: California - 1999)

Mendel's machines replicate in the night in the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light
He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud, they can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight the new Franklins fly their kites
And 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

Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws, wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you from this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping malls, gasoline trees and walk-through walls
None of them knew! None of them knew!

I feel the gray goo boiling my blood as I watch the dead rise up out of the earth
Try to hide from the lies as they all come true

Deus absconditus
Deus nullus deus
Deus nisi deus

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain
Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man
None of them knew, none of them knew (they were robots)

Deus absconditus
Deus nullus deus
Deus absconditus
Deus nisi deus

Buying an X or an O in state craft tic tac toe, cats game for Joe Blow
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
Once again the necrophage becomes saint

Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack!
Swinging up there in the noose Slap back white shark attack!
Lindy hop around the truth Jump back wolf pack attack!
Swinging up there in the noose Slap back white shark attack!

Phased array diffraction nets from full-wall paint-on TV sets
Migratory home sublets and time-shared diamond fiber sets
Recombinant logos keys, bitic Qabalistic trees

Deus absconditus
Deus nullus deus
Deus nisi deus

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as Leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself

From history the flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud, the resurrection of the deceased
Automotons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation, jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast