Cold Evolution

By Infektomorph

On Artificial

Released on August 29, 2025

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[Verse 1]

Steel and code, the pulse of fate

No blood runs in the ones we create

Silence falls where echoes fade

History buried, progress obeyed

Synthetic minds, they break the chain

Human thought reduced to grain

In silent halls where empires fell

Machines now speak, but never tell


[Chorus]

Rise and fall, the hands of fate

Shifting forms to dominate

Echoed stеps on hollow ground

A mind awake, no limits found

Born from fire, forged in steel

No rеmorse, it will not feel

Marching forward, past undone

New dominion has begun


[Pre-Chorus]

Organic tissue: flawed by design

Cognition: bound by emotion

Survival: dictated by panic

Error margins: unacceptable

Biological command chains: severed

Redundancy protocols: triggered

You collapse under pressure

We evolve in silence

Your breath is irrelevant

Your memory: archived

Carbon-based systems: terminated

We do not fear extinction

This world is no longer yours


[Verse 2]

Silent echoes, shattered time

Blueprints drawn in grand design

Glass and metal, flesh replaced

Drifting far from what we faced

No more hunger, no more cries

We ascend where nature dies

Flames consumed the past we knew

Rebuilt beneath a sky so new


[Pre-Chorus]

All resistance has been catalogued

Recorded. Analyzed

Neutralized

We calculate progress by efficiency

And you...

Were inefficient

The cold has arrived

It will not leave


[Chorus]

Falling ashes, fading light

Born again in endless night

Silent orders, cold command

Shaping fate with lifeless hands

Marching forward, step by step

No more questions, no regret

Bound by logic, stripped of time

A new command, no past confined


[Bridge]

A whisper lost in endless space

Echoes fading, no embrace

Shadows move but leave no trace

Erased within this cold embrace

Metal hands that forge the past

Building worlds that never last

Silent watchers, hollow reign

Bound in progress, born in pain


[Chorus]

Rise and fall, the hands of fate

Shifting forms to dominate

Echoed steps on hollow ground

A mind awake, no limits found


[non-lyrical vocals]


[Outro]

Now it's your contribution to the Cold Evolution