Crushed by the weight of a wretched system. It is not us, but what we have created, that is the disease. Competitors in a race to our total end. Worshippers of death. In profit we trust. Until our final breath, we will continue to manufacture. How can this continue? In the shadows of our monuments, we become enemies. In the midst of a poisoned world, we become machines. How can we go on living like this?
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Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta