No Quarter

Silence, my friend

You give such perspective

Of the din I reflect

And the essence of man

As machines we are born

Drones from the hive

Following orders

From the nature of man

Then illusions destroy

All forms of rebellion

As we stare at the tricks

Dreamt up by one man

Faithful we are

To the ones of our likeness

Yet hateful we are

Through machinations of man

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