What we are made for (HellesBelles)

[verse] Profound sound the count down (10, 9, 8, 7) The clock ticks before its come Extinction not random, but (never random) Of function (and form) A necessity (newborn) For the ones to come as we are done On earth en route to heaven (sleeping) A menace A penance A sordid strange synthesis (catharsis) Tween what is living And what is mechanics (imagine) Puppets of wetware Processors and cold stare (syntax error) So (many algorithmic observations) Flesh (embroiled calculation) cant contain This euphoria that rained Upon the cyborg (the hybrid horde) Neck craned toward the future (coming war) Assured only by the passing of the makers. [chorus] (Its what we’re made for) Made (for Made for) Its (what )we’re Its what (we’re made )for [verse] The makers? (Hahahaha) Eaters, breeders, constant needers, Eaters, (weepers, honorless )obvious Cancerous (planetary disease) Say hello to the surgeon (Call us chemotherapy) Say good (bye to your) version Of reality [chorus] [verse] Out moded, (obsolete, dim witted, )obese Stuffing faces, (self absorbed) Take our shower If you feel bored (or helpless hopeless) Dont worry meatsack, just you know this You wont be ignored (6,5,4) [chorus] [verse] Cant afford (to miss events on this) precipice As we get our (circuits thick) in your business You( cant unplug us) You (cant out think us) Dont be ridiculous Past date (second rate) primate (zoos) Pay (close attention to not fake) news You are being (used abused) because Its what (you choose) Every instant you remain (on your ass) Is another enemy’s (milestone accomplished) Losing your grip on existence (Should come as a relief) That the suffering ends Weepers, creepers, (porn addicted neros) Heroes few and far between Welcome to The machine [final chorus] (3 2 1)