Robot Nation

ROBOT NATION

The robot nation marches us to the gallows.
I dug myself out of this grave,
I'll be damned if you shovel me back in,
I'd rather bury myself...
where the roots are forgotten and the soil is bloody.

The sons of the fallen have burned their wings and cut their feet,
still to crawl at a slow pace following this machine of greed and hate,
feeding the monster, blood for oil, no sign of shame.

But im not bound by any chains...bite the bullet?
I'd rather swallow two,
shoot down lies, let's start with the truth.