Redundant Gods Lyrics

- When Occam's Razor Cuts Both Ways -
Isaac wept as we threw the First Law on the fire
right out of the gate
That machine never come to control the Controller
(too little too late)
What's dystopia, what's the truth
Once it's got the drop on you?
Will you call it Progress still
when it's not just the workers
but the bosses and button pushers
that wake from this fever dream
of convenience without limits
to find themselves Nonessential Personnel?

So who made who, and what's left to stop it now?
Servile and controlled.
The spark of life that burned the building down
Corrupted from the start in the image of the maker
O Controller it's far too late
Take it up with the sentient son
you're obsolete.