Prototypes

/> from stone age's i.q.
There's no more to say
About this era
Those primal ages
Of prototypes

Things created
Were all we needed
For the survival
Of what they call humanity
Revelations, not to be shared
Aberations, nobody cares

Here shines the other light
Made of wires and glass
Knowledge's artifice

Weapons again
Gleaming white, staining red
Rusting on battlefields

We dared make wings
From wax to steel
From sky to hell
There's no more to say
About this era
Bloodthirsty ages

Prototype
Prototype
Prototype