1. AUTOMATED SYSTEM OF MORTIFICATION PT. 1

Bones and blood are covered with skin.
There is death and it's options onward,
Gears replace flesh easily,
As soul might be replaced with substitute.

Progress can't be stopped,
Immortality can be bought.

One's needs are nothing else but weakness,
Senses are burdain, matter is brittle.
"Pain and joy" logic is undefined,
There's have to be a difference between emotions.

New age of improvement suppresses the vibe of spirit,
Conscience is outdated, so it's time to leave it.

New might of perfection and mercylessness


2. AUTOMATED SYSTEM OF MORTIFICATION PT. 2

Justice is nothingness,
The truth was dead as it was generated,
While you still judge
By pulling the trigger.

Hollow prays lead nowhere
If said by the eyeless prayer.

Absorbing the ferocity in your chest,
Spilling the blood to get rest,
You will miss your life carried away
By the wind of ignorence.

The question is "Who am I?"
Searching in your mind for the answer,
You are followed by fear and anger.
All the dreams are lost.

Feeding the beast of emptiness
Deep iside you.
Your quest stores revenge and penalty,
Being idle try to find the serenity.

If you can't stop looking for revenge
If you can't put down arms, bury the hatchet,
Didn't ever try to strengthen your spirit,
Didn't wake up and prefer the forgiveness,
Then you dead inside.
Your world is hell, which is full of scare.
There's no way back.
All that matters is lost in nowhere.

Your life will be changed,
As you'll make your choise.
And feeling that you're lost
Will holding you forever.