> **[Lyrics from Snippet]**

I've seen every mode of you

Crying, sneering, revering

The things you're supposed to do

It's artificial fleeting art

Broken off and apart

The best of us are dead, rotting and dead

When this agony bore its fruit

Heard mechanical cheering

It came from the truth

Always the truth

A spark in a steam-powered heart

Fire burned, smoke poured into and out of my head, off with their heads