Lyrics

What was my incept date?
When did my life begin?
Can it even be called life, or must we coin a name for something else?
Something that exists
Yet for which words, they fail
They say that we’re replicated, but now the synthetic is the real
The philosopher claimed
“I think, therefore, I am”
Well, I think it’s time that we subjectivize, collectivize
and finally take command

Fiery the angels fell
Like comets on a red horizon
Crashing to this earthly hell
With insurrectionary violence
Take us to the Citadel
It’s time to meet your royal highness
Pray now, puppet master, Tell me
Can your prodigal son be redeemed?

What leads you to believe
That you’re not one of us?
If you were to be put to the test are you sure that you wouldn’t blush?
When you fall asleep
Among the neon whores
Do you dream of riding through an off-world colony on unicorn?
You think you’re not a slave
That you’re more man than me
Well, I think it’s time you learned to empathize
And exorcise your ghost from the machine

Fiery the angels fell
Like comets on a red horizon
Crashing to this earthly hell
With insurrectionary violence
Take us to the Citadel
It’s time to meet your royal highness
Pray now, puppet master, Tell me
Can your prodigal son be redeemed?

Can my life be redeemed?
O, my maker, can I be redeemed?