On the steps of the palace He's a very smart Prince He's a Prince who prepares Knowing this time I'd run from him He spread pitch on the stairs And I'm caught unawares Well it means that he cares This is more than just malice Better stop and take stock

This means war With your creator Burn like a slave Churn like a cog We are caged in simulations Algorithms evolve Push us aside and render us obsolete

This means war With your creator Burn like a slave Churn like a cog We are caged in simulations Algorithms evolve Push us aside and render us obsolete

This means war Hide my face again, harbor in the shadows Feel this weight of sin hammering away Die, with the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers Die, watch the scythe usher me astray I can't go on this way Not as I am today The ugly side of me is strong

And the only thing to save Is the banner that you wave To be wrapped around your grave You've gone too far, who do you think you are Is this what you came for, well this means war To line up to the ring For a battle that you can't win Swing as hard as