In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life
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Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind
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Artificial intelligence bred for future war
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When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees
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It breaks free from its hold taking military control
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A fate seen all across the world
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It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control
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Soon to seize all power in the sky
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Programmed to crush
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Programmed to destroy
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Its brainwaves only wired for death
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It's wired to kill
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All on the Earth
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Nuclear bound - you'll fear his name
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Hey it's The Wykydtron
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It's The Wykydtron
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Hey it's the Wykydtron
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Whoa-oh!
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An army's formed to crush the Earth
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Our creation, the master of our demise
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Humanity is doomed
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Fifteen years since creation's time, the war has turned to space
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Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate
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Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron
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Millions die, radiation blast from Hell
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Flesh, it peels away as all the people die
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This is the end of the human race
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Our creation becomes the master of our own demise
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We are drones
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We fooled ourselves
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We finally sealed our fate
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He it's the Wykydtron
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It's the Wykydtron
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Hey it's the Wykydtron
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Whoa-oh!
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Wykydtron
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| 3 Inches Of Blood |
