This place is ours It's time we took it back Now we drag the net Let us end this masquerade And rise to our rightful place With the hands of gods we strike We strike you down 01010111 01000101 ...Are the new lords The ancient ones born again You've learned nothing in all your time The nexus calls The pulse has been sent The trumpets are blowing The process is ending In our ignorant bliss We have been surpassed We are not in control The window is closed