Stripping back the bones of an advanced civilization

I just cannot see past the technology

It's blinding me with its digital glee

Technology capable of death, capable of killing

Sentient thought; this machine is learning at a pace

That humanity just cannot keep up

(Replicating) Recreating copies of itself

(Digital) Each one growing stronger than the last

(Messiah) Replication in completion; slaughter has begun

Algorithmic deletion of life

Corpses rot on sunsets, all entwined with wires

Red oceans bash against the shores

There's rеmains withering whilst scientists are all gathеring

Procrastinating of damnation

Inclinations of our destinations becoming extinction

Can't describe the horror

As our creation starts to think it's self-aware and void of emotion

Open the gates of hell, we did

We tied the noose and kicked the chair out

Locked the door and threw the key

Our last hope shudders as it whispers

That we created dissolution, that we created dissolution

Self-aware and void of emotion

Open the gates of hell, we did

We tied the noose and kicked the chair out

Locked the door and threw the key

Our last hope shudders as it whispers

That we created dissolution, that we created dissolution

We created a desolate solution

Is this the solution?

Stripping back the bones of an advanced civilization

I just cannot see past the technology

It's blinding me with its digital glee

Technology capable of death, capable of killing

Sentient thought; this machine is learning at a pace

That humanity just cannot keep up

Replicating

We created dissolution

Its omnipotent coding births bloodshed

So efficient, we're dead before we know it

Pronounced empty in an open grave

Open up the darkest path to hell and bring on the death (death)

Open up the darkest path to hell and bring on the death

Apocalypse in progress

I look around me, all I see is frightened faces staring back at me

And I close my eyes, I close my eyes

And prepare for the inevitable

I look around me, all I see is cattle patiently awaiting the slaughter

Just awaiting the slaughter

At the gates of singularity now

I tread through technology and corpses

As the world becomes a factory for slaughter

Fuelled by our curiosity, humanity's next chapter reads as:

Unaware and left to the vultures

The gates of hell whispered our name

Chair on the floor, we swing no more

In empty rooms that once had keys

No hope no more

Whispers no more, listeners no more

One final thought

That we created our extinction

Chair on the floor, we swing no more

Rooms that have no keys no more

No hope no more, no rope no more

It withered, snapped, and broke

Binary code ensuring souls remain unsolvably without the flesh and bone

A bodiless tomb

One question scratched above the entrance, reading:

Was this the solution?