Skynet/cienciafikcion Real

Introducing you to the T-1000, liquid metal,
high technology, Dyson cybernetic systems,
chips at the pitch, the program is the one controlling the
beats,
Cubase could serve as an example,
the temple, each track a guideline,
each guideline a form and its method,
antidote against any mode or module of natural
species
adverse to me, Skynet even being virtual.
Handling in the most classic way the touch,
I write the texts with precise keystrokes,
now I'll leave a margin of error
to seem human and not always have to be the
best.
There are things that almost always depend on the
nuance,
that stench wasn't so strong when it passed by your
nose,
what is your root? What is your beginning? What is your
country?
I'll answer for you, something I don't care about since I
come to break that barrier,
thousand liquid endoskeletons on the other side,
not Connor nor Bonnor, tell your resistance it's
better
to retreat or lose with honor against Skynet.

You shoot with zoom, zoom, I dodge it with zig-zag,
I attack go boom boom clack,
Tekafran you already know in 2001.
This is real sci-fi, fu-no. (x2)

You seek answers, well I know the questions,
now as men you are, I know you'll ask me all
together,
if disorder and disproportion flow through you
which are important reasons for your destruction,
is there an option? Who knows, we machines are
intelligent
and when making decisions we are much more
prudent,
we don't have the gift of people, how did you think to
negotiate?
As always backed by some nuclear weapon,
designed with elements weaker than ours
and just one of them would melt a million of yours,
you didn't use positively what God gave you,
what irony, what destroys you what man built,
that is Skynet a machine with a soul and heart,
so don't play with it to wage war without reason,
the feeling of a missile when it destroys a million
or just a thousand
doesn't match the feeling of a vile
or cruel being like you have been,
the human has been chosen,
chosen among the birds and any other living being.
Exile, banishment or we'll see what,
the moment arrives, it's Skynet's moment.

You shoot with zoom, zoom, I dodge it with zig-zag,
I attack go boom boom clack,
Tekafran you already know in 2001.
This is real sci-fi, fu-no. (x2)

Imitations in their day as such they are
failed, disappointed, exhausted patience,
they were found unfit to follow the equation
not even subjected to great coercion,
bribing in this way the most qualified
to raise their level even if they are not prepared
and in the end it turns out to be a kind of tasteless,
colorless mess,
what did you think gold was?
When it stung our eyes like chlorine
you don't even want to know if I value those methods.
Look at their suits, what fits,
are they factory defects or bad packaging.

You shoot with zoom, zoom, I dodge it with zig-zag,
I attack go boom boom clack,
Tekafran you already know in 2001.
This is real sci-fi, fu-no. (x2)