None of Them Knew They Were Robots - Mr. Bungle

Mendel’s machines replicate in the night in the black iron prison of St.

Augustine’s light

He’s paying the bills and they’re doing him proud, they can float their burnt

offerings on assembler clouds

With omega point in the sight the new Franklins fly their kites

And the post-modern empire is ended tonight

From history, the flood of counterfeits released

The black cloud, reductionism and the beast

Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased

In simulation, jubilation for the deceased

Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws, wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws

With my machines I can dispatch you from this world without a trace

Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place

Content-shifting shopping malls, gasoline trees and walk-through walls

None of them knew!

None of them knew!

I feel the gray goo boiling my blood as I watch the dead rise up out of the

earth

Try to hide from the lies as they all come true

Deus absconditus

Deus nullus deus

Deus nisi deus

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as the fenris wolf slowly bites through

his chain

Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man

None of them knew, none of them knew (they were robots)

Deus absconditus

Deus nullus deus

Deus absconditus

Deus nisi deus

Buying an X or an O in state craft tic tac toe, cats game for Joe Blow

Post-industrial bliss, a binary hug or kiss can be wrung from utility mist

They stole the great arcanum, the secret fire, Moloch found his gold for the

new empire

Once again the necrophage becomes saint

Lindy hop around the truth — Jump back wolf pack attack!

Swingin' up there in the noose — Slap back white shark attack!

Lindy hop around the truth — Jump back wolf pack attack!

Swingin' up there in the noose — Slap back white shark attack!

Phased array diffraction nets from full-wall paint-on TV sets

Migratory home sublets and time-shared diamond fiber sets

Recombinant logos keys, bitic Qabalistic trees

Deus absconditus

Deus nullus deus

Deus nisi deus

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as Leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea

Try to save the world by immolating myself

From history the flood of counterfeits released

The black cloud, the resurrection of the deceased

Automotons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased

In simulation, jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast