Machine (Evilution III)

You'll not sit but tower
Levitate in nothing
You'll be a beautiful monster
But no one will call you this

In thousand lines our dreamland
All is engine, all is program

But what will be your purpose at the end of the cycle?
No more space, no time, no crust
You'll be perfect, perfectly nothing
No more space, no time, just rust

Do you become future or memento?
Statue of mere existence or deed?
Your gods, your heroes or just forefathеrs?
In you cold head what will we be?

Whеn you'll be born moral will die
You'll have wisdom, but soul?
When moral dies you'll be born
You can decide, but do you believe?

Machine
Immortal
Machine
New moral

Zero
One
Zero