paroles de chanson None Of Them Knew They Were Robots - Mr. Bungle
Mendel's
machines
replicate
in
the
night
In
the
black
iron
prison
of
St.
Augustine's
light
He's
paying
the
bills
and
they're
doing
him
proud
They
can
float
their
burnt
offerings
on
assembler
clouds
With
omega
point
in
the
sight
The
new
Franklins
fly
their
kites
And
the
post
modern
empire
is
ended
tonight
From
history
The
flood
of
counterfeits
released
The
black
cloud
Reductionism
and
the
beast
Automatons
gather
all
the
pieces
So
the
world
may
be
increased
In
simulation
jubilation
For
the
deceased
Spray-on
clothes
and
diamond
jaws
Wrinkles
smoothed
by
nanoclaws
With
my
machines
I
can
dispatch
From
this
world
without
a
trace
Our
nostalgia
ghosts
are
ready
to
take
your
place
Content-shifting
shopping
malls
On
gasoline
trees
and
walk-through
walls
None
of
them
knew
None
of
them
knew
I
feel
the
gray
goo
boiling
my
blood
As
I
watch
the
dead
rise
up
out
of
the
earth
Try
to
hide
from
the
lies
as
they
all
come
true
Deus
absconditus
Deus
nullus
deus
Deus
nisi
deus
I
feel
the
grey
goo
boiling
my
blood
As
the
fenris
wolf
slowly
bites
through
his
chain
Try
to
hide
the
myth
as
it
becomes
a
man
None
of
them
knew
None
of
them
knew
They
were
Robots
Deus
absconditus
Deus
todos
deus
Deus
absconditus
Deus
nisi
deus
Buying
an
X
or
an
O
In
state
craft
tic
tac
toe
Cats
game
for
Joe
Blow
Post
industrial
bliss
A
binary
hug
or
kiss
Can
be
wrung
from
utility
mist
They
stole
the
great
arcanum
The
secret
fire
Moloch
found
his
gold
For
the
new
empire
Once
again
The
necrophage
becomes
saint
Lindy
hop
around
the
truth
Jump
back
wolf
pack
attack
Swingin'
up
there
in
the
noose
Slap
back
white
shark
attack
Lindy
hop
around
the
truth
Jump
back
wolf
pack
attack
Swingin'
up
there
in
the
noose
Slap
back
white
shark
attack
Phased
array
diffraction
nets
From
full-wall
paint-on
TV
sets
Migratory
home
sublets
And
diamond
fiber
sets
Recombinant
logos
keys
Bitic
Qabalistic
trees
Deus
absconditus
Deus
nullus
deus
Deus
nisi
deus
I
feel
the
grey
goo
boiling
my
blood
As
leviathan
and
his
bugs
freeze
the
sea
Try
to
save
the
world
by
immolating
myself
From
history
The
flood
of
counterfeits
released
The
black
cloud
The
resurrection
of
the
deceased
Automotons
gather
all
the
pieces
So
the
world
may
be
increased
In
simulation
jubilation
For
the
builders
Of
the
body
of
the
beast
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