Futurist Track

Acolytes, supplicants
Silent in parade
Enraptured
In thrall to their demigod

His vast machine awaits
In its sacred place
Destined to transcend
Fragile humanity

All rise, give praise
To the Futurist
Sacrifice bodily life
To the Futurist

Cast away primitive form
And become infinite
Dying world to survive
We must be digitized

Heresy to be quelled
Show no weak remorse
Purify the populace
Go forth eradicate

All rise, give praise
To the Futurist
Sacrifice bodily life
To the Futurist