The Storm Picturesque - Ghost

Locked in a perpetual hyper sleep
A constant state of dreaming
You cannot erase my memory
Nothing but a ghost within the machine

Systems online, resume operations
Upload mission directive
Calibrate infrared visuals
Again I am awoken

I am a weapon of global reformation
Ending life, mechanical and precise
Cold and calculated devastation
You will see the world burn before your eyes

Coordinates received; set course for earth
Navigating the outer realm
Traversing solar flares
You will watch the world burn

Locked in perpetual hyper sleep
A constant state of dreaming
You will never be able to erase my memory
Locked in a celestial dance

Apparition of death, never known or seen
I am but a ghost in the machine
Your legacy will be removed
The silence rings throughout eternity

Trapped within an ever expanding universe
There is nowhere to hide
Drawn to the surface
Carrying the ghosts of worlds past

A mechanism of desolation
The only certainty is extinction
The balance must be kept
Widen the frequencies

The promised fourth dimensional shift is complete
I am no saviour
I am the harbinger of death hibernating in the vacant cold
Sights locked, target engaged
The restoration process will be complete

Your legacy will be removed
Trapped within an ever expanding universe
There is nowhere to hide
I am no saviour

Orphans to the stars
The creators face certain extinction
Earth holds their only chance of salvation
No other planet maintains such suitable conditions
For the growth of life