Consensus For The Locus Of Thought by The Harlots Lyrics

What employs destroys all life
Sail this sea of fire with me and lift up our decay
The human war machine marches on
Unfurled like avalanches crushing downward onto us
Mainframe die
Like a cancer slowly evolving to suppress antigen, fueling the beast
There is no space in time
I'm trying to find my way back to this place again
But I cannot find like so many others before me a way to unlatch from its grasp
A way to be free of its tasks
My brain is artificial intelligence
Shut it down