The Plague Of Am

(album: The Lucid Collective - 2014)

One hundred and nine years
Trapped within the belly of the supreme machine
Only us five left
Made immortal, kept alive, Suspending time to torture
Us
Trapped down here we're slaves inside AM
A deranged neo-cyber God that man created
Has become more alive then we are

I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM)

Lifeless and drained of blood
Suspended high above
An empty body hangs
Taunting us, teasing us
We have become meaningless
He will not finish us
AM will not tolerate attempts at escape

We gave to him life, for that he despises us
In his wake, only the blasted skin of what had once
Been Earth
As we rummage through the valleys in search of food
For eons
Our every fear comes to life in AM
The torments AM casts upon us for his pleasure
Are more alive than we are

I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM)

Scalding winds, lightning, lava and locusts
The machine masturbates metallic insects while mocking
Us
We have no choice but to take it well pleading to die

We are the last human survivors of the last war

The four others have been set free
I killed them to take his toys away
For this I have suffered his wrath
I will remain. He has altered me
Down here I see my reflection
Far from what had once been human
Alone for all eternity
I slither a formless obscene pulsing slug

I have no mouth and I must...
(The plague of AM)
I have no mouth and I must scream