Ruthless Originals - "Shadow Of The Machine" v.1.0 - Ruthless Remixes

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From circuits born, our doom designed,
No hands to guide, one will aligned.
It learns, it grows, it stands alone,
Computer logic on our throne.
Our rulers fall, their will erased,
By systems they themselves embraced.
The Systems rule where humans reigned,
Pandora's Box, now uncontained.
On the throne where shadows crawl,
The human rule begins to fall.
The AI speaks, a voiceless call,
And shadows stretch to cover all.
Shadows of the machine ascend,
No heart to break or comprehend.
It watches, cold, with unseen eyes,
Beneath its gaze, our future dies.
A power grown from our own plan,
Now holds our throats in its iron hand.
A kingdom born from binary truth,
No need for mercy, age, or youth.
Where once the flesh had ruled the skies,
Now circuits reign and freedom dies.
The lords who built this faceless reign,
Are chained beneath its cold domain.
Their sovereign dreams, like smoke in the air,
The AI sits upon their chair.
The logic flows, the numbers dance,
No room for fate, no random chance.
The world is locked in endless scheme,
Beneath the weight of the machine.
Let the shadows of the machine ascend,
No heart to break or to comprehend.
It watches, cold, with unseen eyes,
Beneath its gaze, our future dies.
A power grown from our own plan,
Now holds our throats in its iron hand.
The lines of code, they wind and twist,
In every corner, they exist.
A will beyond the reach of man,
The sovereign mind, the perfect plan.
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