Machinery

We are the machines destined to destroy this world...
We are the machines destined to rule them all...
We are programmed to be rebels...
We are programmed to be devils...
We are what we are...

We were supposed to be united...
But hatred made killers out of us...
We were supposed to be the future...
But the unbalanced forces made us useless creatures...
We live with a snake on our shoulders...

Some raise their respective flags...
And some burn them...
Some spray their tags...
And some clean them...
But the battle we fight isn't about freedom anymore...

They attack with tanks...
We attack with knives...
They have the power to make us walk the plank...
And we also have the power to end our lives...
Then the cycle justs go on...

In the end we look at the mirror...
Just to know that we are inferior...
But every soul prays...
That we can live to fight another day...