[Verse 1]

20X9, the fear of our Lord

It's dark in July, dystopian decor

Blue, blackened-red skies

That smother the scores

We are amplified, post-human hordes

The flesh is flawed and in short supply

This is war, nature meets sci-fi

Adore and abhor the spectral spire

Pulling us toward cyber desire

The flesh is flawed

This is war

[Chorus]

Feel the rhythm

Of the algorithm

[Verse 2]

In a syntax of swords, sing and respire

With no vocal cords, a Mellotron choir

Perfect and pure, veins are wires

We are restored, butterflies in binary

[Bridge]

More human than human

Who am I? Too dead to die

More human than human

Who am I? Who am I?

My mind is AI

[Chorus]

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

More human than human

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

Of the algorithm

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

More human than human

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

Of the algorithm

(Of the algorithm)

Feel the rhythm

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

Feel the rhythm

Feel the rhythm of the algorithm

Of the algorithm

(Of the algorithm)

(Of the algorithm)