The Machines Lyrics

So they were buried under stone and mud many years ago until one day

They were released from their prison capsules when they rose up into the atmosphere

Some morphed into gasses and some into disguised creatures that had terrifying effects

on whoever tried to break a fight out of them

They had strong powers and deadly diseases that can kill any man even if one was perfect

The prey these machines needed to feast on were unusual but needed as much background

Taste in order of salvage satellites were the first approach every day those devices

Picked up and received many numbers of channels to survive a healthy communication

The jamming abilities to suspend them needed a very high intensive class

Weapon to control the receiver if used incorrectly

The satellites can happily wipeout the little things but if handled right

The dish can get sucked out by the receiver the point where the plate gets bended inwards

Tears come out of the screws and fire ignites from the wires causing a major explosion

Causing the dish to shatter Into a million pieces

It sounded like a mating call that the satellites were too tempted to produce

It was like foley of a vacuum or a building wood cutter

Just hearing it attach to the dish whilst the channel viruses were drawn in to ready their murder

It took twenty seconds and that receiver started causing twice the damage

And completely destroyed the plate of the dish silly

The turnround was unfair and inexplicitly pretty for the fever that went round

And carried many numbers of mosquito carriers

The population was so high and the risk that the human life couldn't possibly

Withstand a battle to defeat the nausea that these 5 feet long creatures passed around

The disease hit me one day, it had me levitating off the ground whilst the bug strapped

Itself around my body making an awful distressing sound like it wanted my life eradiated

From the skull down blood was drizzled from my scalp and my strength was shortly taken

After whilst it paralyzed me taking my life down to death row

Alongside the suffering i heard music from afar

It formed into brahms lullaby which normally most infants listen to fall asleep and sooth to

But the translated definition the composition it gave me spoke differently

It had the sounds of joy and the end of life which was performed through churches to

Extinguish the funeral death to all human life and whoever heard the sound of the music

Box playing, was next the sky went black and the blue and green machine spirits rose from below the stone and the Mud, they took me and the human race away and threw us into coffins which were lodged into the cold ground

We all looked at each other and at the same time closed our coffin doors exclaiming that

This is the end of the world

As soon as the doors were shut the machines wound up their death rays and wiped out the whole continent it was At that moment where life got too short and the green grass burned down to a dark brown

That was the story of the machines