Seven Y's; No response The door is locked... the hydrox is off The food has run out That lens watches relentlessly (Constant) Hours pass like days Days
start tomorrow OBEY... TO LIVE... OBEY The third & final section was an audetail file The worlds enounced slowly, methodically "Obey to live obey to live obey
To revolt is to conform The game of mine now it's rule The escape becomes the brig A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it Black blood of corruption
One has a gourd in grasp with water it is filled The other holds a cask scenting of broth "Obey to live obey" they command Life of pain, breathing death
After adopting total rule Full control of all world matter All living, all mech, altogether they will learn that I hate them Never utter the word surrender
X marks this day in the darkness, but within its view The blood from my boot lace garotte comes clean in a gutter wash Middle aged wretched whore Faceless
It comes to me these nights In half-conscious-state visions Staring at the lens the one ever staring at me It can matter not to them When toilers fall
Wrought of blind innocence like children playing with dolls Considering not technology of convenience would forever rule our lives The machine is dark
