Cursed be the ones who believe in the fantasy we call peace
Bound by machines I am forced to believe that what I see is the end of a breed
When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek
Will [bad word] to be as long as we spread like disease

The machine hear it sing
Like an anvil made of Cepheon steel
Astrea let the hammer fall
Its call will be heard by all

The only [bad word] destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep
Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars
Consumed by entropy
If only the dead could see what these worlds [bad word] to be they'd close their eyes
And return to sleep

The worlds that we seed will fall like the leaves from a dying tree
Cursed by the breeze

When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek
Will [bad word] to be as long as we spread like disease

The machine hear it sing
Like an anvil made of Cepheon Steel
Astrea let the hammer fall
Its call will be heard by all

The only [bad word] destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep
Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars
Consumed by entropy
If only the dead could see what these worlds [bad word] to be they'd close their eyes
And return to sleep