There are ranger shooters set With sentient bullets And independent cruisers Screaming shouting They're no longer computers They're defendants of humans Like fusions of robots and species Unattended transfusion of cables Though it seems I've been given adrenaline I see the battlefield in confusion I see steam and blood There ain't no medicine for war It seems the line fades With extreme ease Where does artificial end And consciousness squeezes in Light the faces Of the dead I come for What I programmed Will it kill with my soul Did I birth a killer Am I done for I've become the monster I've birthed. Please save me From myself (Yeah) Light the faces Of the dead I come for What I programmed Will it kill with my soul Did I birth a killer Am I done for I've become the monster I've birthed Please save me from myself I'm the engineer of the beings Everyone's fighting over Greetings from the remorse I revenir the past over n over Slipping closer to being The father of war it's All bout the exposure To the consequences The butterfly effect And the burden of being their owner My senses sharpen When I see my children Like Spartans I grieve A twisted fate, a tragic flaw I've sown the seeds of war, I know My legacy, a painful road I guess it's the creator's fault Yeah, yeah I guess it's the creator's fault Am I to blamed for all Yeah, yeah I guess it's the creator's fault Am I to blamed for all Soldier's mind filled With thoughts of guilt and despair And he won't find any light In the midst of his prayer The layer of hope Was just a prefix it's gone It won't change the albatross Into the phoenix at dawn He found first robot dead In the altercation All of it; it just felt Like an invitation For the man who started War there is no salvation He hung himself on the cable Of his first creation