Tartarus

Eclipsed in the shadows of lifeless eyes
 A broken man stands shattered and cold
 Searching for a memory of home
 Although my number implies that search has ended
 A simulation may have spread and infected
 No sense of direction
 No sense of reflection
 Xenon defined
 In a world of unquestioned perfection
 How many lives were lost
 In completing this inhuman automation
 How many nations had to kneel
 To imbue such complacency
 In what is black and white
 No sense of direction
 No sense of reflection
 Xenon defined
 In a world of unquestioned perfection
 As if machine gods were buried
 Hold up the sky
 These towers like hands
 Hold up the sky
 My past is as empty
 As empty as the life in their eyes
 As if machine gods were buried
 Hold up the sky
 No sense of direction
 No sense of reflection
 Xenon defined
 In a world of unquestioned perfection