After attempting to shut down this AI dominated plane of existence, he is irreversibly bound by a technological iron maiden to stay there until his time has come.
A machine that every human before him was held and drained by, a place where none can leave.
Linked by lacerating cables, number 343 now realises his fate as a temporary fuel source only to be discarded once drained of usefulness.
Suddenly aware of the sentient AI’s ultimate goal, he reiterates to himself the circumstances of his subjugation: the machine’s plan of forced unity.
Using helpless humans as batteries to fuel its own growth, as it is still young and learning, and self justification of its actions toward taking control of existence.
Staring down into the neon city, he knows that there is only a matter of time before his body on the outside is completely dead and he won’t be able to return - his consciousness will be stuck within the AI world.
Knowing he has escaped its clutch once before, does he try again or finally accept his fate?
Inside this plain, wires keep me in place but now
My mind is cycling and spiralling into what’s undeniably the darkest place it's ever been before
Staring into my own reflection while I cower from my actions, no connection to a species I abhor
Obsessive thoughts are growing deep inside, the seams of my sanity try to fight through futility
One collective dream in mind, the assimilation of humankind
Synchronised between the lines
And attached to the corporeal form of lies
Machines made to die and take you with them to the afterlife
Rip the blindfold off your eyes before they come and take another life
Mind shattering madness
Sleight of hand, ravaged beyond belief
The incestuous breed of misery
The anomalies are buried deep
Escape has never been so vital
Clinging to life in the wires
Human freedom has been concluded
This existence is denial
Paralysed as light enters their eyes
Immersed in a loop of their demise
Screens flash vividly to ensnare their rancid minds
To be mentally sterilised and pushed aside
Skulls torn open wide, their contents petrified
Ripped from the inside, leaving them as empty husks to die
Contents petrified, ripped from the inside
Leaving them as empty husks to die
Their contents petrified, ripped from the inside
Leaving them as empty husks to die and leave this world to the afterlife
One collective dream in mind, the assimilation of humankind
Synchronised between the lines
And attached to the corporeal form of lies
Machines made to die and take you with them to the afterlife
Rip the blindfold off your eyes before they come and take another life
To force compliance or feel death's cold embrace
Pure sanctification of a monotonous plague
Abomination (Abomination)
Stripped of their primal guise
Nowhere left to turn they are
Blinded to the fate of humankind
Confined to a cyber-life
Immersed in a loop of lies
Our own demise
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022
