What shall it be? The world is there to shape as you please Wrought as steel imbued with flesh Drained of humanity and controlled by codes Far from ideals and enchantingly draped in woes A new world is on the rise Concieved to regard the final demise A stainless steel creation consuming the weak For what is weakness but a sign of their flaw Once the transformation is set in stone No living organism you shall condone Create the world in your image Destroy it again in pure scrimmage You seek to advance the human race A sickness you believe it to be But the profound flaw in your plan Is the total abscense of the living man A carca** of humanity is all that's left Alone you stand with your cyborg race, all bereft