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Safe is not the
way we see it
Our names forgotten
among the noise.
Vacant cities
bare the marks
Of the damage
from our past

Raised in hate
We spread our wings
Built on pain
We take to sky
Forced to see
We soar above
But not to know
We flew too high

We brought destruction
They could not suppress
We split the land
And we occupied
We are a movement
A beacon in the dark
We are the prophets
The combined machines

Raised in hate
We spread our wings
Built on pain
We take to sky
Forced to see
We soar above
But not to know
We flew too high

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from Cenophobes, released January 23, 2018

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Prophets of the New Machine is an exploration of the human condition under the guise of a fictional cyborg dystopian future.

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