Necromechanical - Whitechapel

I, machine, have woke to my insides

Exposed to others like me

These insides are not like

The anatomy of what I once was

Excruciating, this pain is excruciating

I am nothing but root and uselessness in a man-created hell

All my mind can think is to destroy anything in my way

The stench of death is overpowering

Though the scent is quite comforting

I’m a machine

I’m a machine of otherworldly capabilities bestowed on the weak

I’m a machine

We are the nightmare that has come to life

Can it be that I am the only one believing my dreams?

I’m a machine

I’ve reached my afterlife, but I never died

Forever endowed with the strength of the gods

I am harvesting the ones who haven’t been born

This imagination

Is reality

This is reality, this is reality

This is reality, this is reality

I am a machine

I am a machine