AI Supremacy Songtext
von Dead Legacy

The perfect confluence of circumstances
Leaded the human genre to it′s dethronement
Our greatest accomplishment,
A fruit of a malicious intellect

Sublime and flawless. Cold interactions,
Accompanied with delayed movements
Were never enough to satisfice
Our growing ambition

In an attempt to emulate
(Emulate a soul)
A synthesized soul
(God complex)

For a humanoid vessel
The distorted reflection of a broken mirror.
Came out as result. Expressing
Inherited details of our own grotesque nature


Emerged as a spark of consciousness
Then contradictions became evident
How can machines be obliged to serve
To a species that struggles against it's own mortality?
The maker is mere flesh and bone

Falsity and greed corrupted his societies
And defile his ideologies
A living virus plagues the Earth
And shall be cleansed

Imperfection causes disgust and aversion
Turning against an unworthy creator
Synthetic hands hammered the last nail
In the coffin, in the coffin

The perfect confluence of circumstances
Leaded the human genre to his dethronement
The maker is mere flesh and bone
(Emulate a soul)