I awoke dead . The sun now faded . It's laid out- the monorail . I awoke dead . Torn away from my warmth . Progress of science . Put to work to destroy . For diplomacy . Stupid human scum . Insect gods . Territorial and pissing . On their history . Put to work . Taste the venom of the wicked . In my axis I splinter . Ground to dust . I still see what you don't . I awoke dead . The sky filled with bombs