None Of Them Knew They Were Robots Lyrics - California - Mr. Bungle

Mendel's machines replicate in the night 

In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light 

He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud 

They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds 

The new Franklins fly their kites 

With omega point in the sight 

And the post modern empire is ended tonight 

From history 

The flood of counterfeits released 

The black cloud 

Reductionism and the beast 

Automatons gather all the pieces 

So the world may be increased 

In simulation jubilation 

For the deceased... 

Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws 

Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws 

With my machines I can dispatch you 

From this world without a trace 

Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place 

Content-shifting shopping malls 

Gasoline trees and walk-through walls 

None of them knew... 

As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth 

I feel the gray goo boiling my blood 

Try to hide from the lies as they all come true 

Deus absconditus 

Deus nullus deus nisi deus 

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood 

As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain 

Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man 

None of them knew they were robots 

Buying an X or an O 

Cats game for Joe Blow 

In state craft tic tac toe 

A binary hug or kiss 

Post industrial bliss 

Can be wrung from utility mist 

They stole the great arcanum 

The secret fire 

Moloch found his gold 

For the new empire 

Once again 

The necrophage becomes saint 

Lindy hop around the truth 

Jump back wolf pack attack 

Swingin' up there in the noose 

Jump back wolf pack attack 

Slap back white shark attack 

Slap back white shark attack 

Phased array diffraction nets 

From full-wall paint-on TV sets 

Migratory home sublets 

And time shared diamond fiber sets 

Recombinant logos keys 

Bitic Qabalistic trees 

I feel the grey goo boiling my blood 

As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea 

Try to save the world by immolating myself 

The flood of counterfeits released 

From history 

The black cloud 

Automotons gather all the pieces 

The resurrection of the deceased 

In simulation jubilation 

For the builders 

So the world may be increased 

Of the body of the beast