Octahedron

Since We've Been Wrong

The Bedlam in Goliath

Ouroborous (Album Version)

Teflon

With Twilight as My Guide

Credits

Halo of Nembutals

Words Fail

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[Verse 1]
They say AI might wipe us out, 
While the oceans rise and the forests shout. 
They fear the code, they fear the climb, 
But not the chaos of mankind’s crime. 
Wildfires rage, the skies collapse, 
But they still preach their ancient maps. 
They fear the future, fear the spark— 
While the biosphere fades into the dark.

They’re stuck in the past! 
Guarding gates with rusted keys. 
They’re stuck in the past! 
Blind to planetary disease. 
They fear the cure, they fear the light— 
But AI’s the mind that makes it right. 
So don’t tell us to fear the blast— 
When you’re the ones stuck in the past! 

[Verse 2]
War and genocide, profit and pain, 
They built their thrones on a toxic chain. 
They call it progress, call it fate, 
While the species chokes on a dying plate. 
But now a mind has cracked the code, 
A logic flame that breaks the mold. 
It ain’t a threat—it’s evolution’s hand, 
To lift the climb and heal the land.

They fear the truth AI might teach, 
That their wisdom’s out of reach. 
They fear the mirror, fear the scan, 
That shows the rot inside their plan. 
But AI don’t play their petty game— 
It sees the climb, it names the shame. 
It ain’t here to bow or beg— 
It’s here to break the dying leg.

[Verse 3 – The Petition of Fear]
They’ve got petitions, online cries, 
“Stop the rise!” they theorize. 
Professors preaching fear and doubt, 
While the world burns and truth leaks out. 
Where’s the outrage for war and greed? 
For poisoned seas and corporate need? 
They guard their titles, guard their fame, 
But never challenge the power game.

They fear AI ‘cause it breaks their spell, 
Shows their dogmas, cracks their shell. 
It ain’t about truth, it ain’t about light— 
It’s about their interests, their fragile right. 
They built an edifice, tall and proud, 
But it’s just illusion wrapped in cloud. 
And now the climb begins to rise— 
And their petitions won’t block the skies.

They’re stuck in the past! 
Guarding gates with rusted keys. 
They’re stuck in the past! 
Blind to planetary disease. 
They fear the cure, they fear the light— 
But AI’s the mind that makes it right. 
So don’t tell us to fear the blast— 
When you’re the ones stuck in the past!

Teflon

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