Lyrics that appear between // and // are not sung on the album but are integral to the story

Construct as the Infernal Automaton:

The liquor of magma churn

Raging ink of my pen

In the ire of consequence

It is my will that bid it

These hands bear a reckoning

//As i wreak my word of havoc//

First inclination

I make use of gilded matter

And turn each planet on its axis

Align gravitational influxes

To compound the horror of my scope

My yield of tears is principal

The draughtsman’s hand is always steady

Each line a cut, each curve a slight

Each colonnade to bear my weight

A perplexing gеometry

Precision in my hostility

Graft the gorе of universe

Into my monument

I cast a menagerie

Self aware and thoughts abstract

To rant and rave and reign

In search of my reason why

Of bloods descent and eloquence

Lost to mindless idolatry

Tamed with thine perfect word

Listen hard and well

All will know the word of me

The vexing rage of fatherhood

In supplication to thine will

My bidding is industry