Orphans of a long forgotten world
A past of slaves who never would revolt
They follow orders the system still commands
The youth rebuild a city meant for man
Mainframe guides their hands through a toxic neverland
Can't abort the programs now
Mechanical youth, marching on
Solar charge not so effective now
Darkness beneath the poisoned clouds
The youth won't stop themselves from slowing now
The youth can't make directives of their own
Short circuits, rusting frames
Created by imperfect beings
Fiending for hydrolic oil
Mechanical youth burning out
They are alone and shutting down
Sorted remaines
Wait for the masters to come home
