Burn, burn, burn disaster
Here there is no master
Build, build, build forever
Empire of golden alabaster
With the spire of a thousands suns
A new day will soon be spun
Great machines of treachery
Conspiring to never be
As vines of life begin to seethe
Hopeless will become the breed
Burn, burn, burn disaster
Here there is no master
Build, build, build forever
Empire of golden alabaster
Towering forms of entropy
Don’t try and betray today
Cavenous minds shine so bright
Lifelessness is out of sight
With tendrils of what will come
Despair grows inside everyone
Burn, burn, burn disaster
Here there is no master
Build, build, build forever
Empire of golden alabaster
Believing lies of good intent
Victory became a non-event
Of salt and sand we did stand
But far below we still don’t know
As silicon becomes our coin
Life will soon come to an end
Simon A Jackson - Writer 