Wykydtron - 3 Inches Of Blood

In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life

Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind

Artificial intelligence bred for future war

When galaxies will crumble and fall to their knees

It breaks free from its hold taking military control

A fate seen all across the world

It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control

Soon to seize all power in the sky

Programmed to crush

Programmed to destroy

Its brainwaves only wired for death

It"s wired to kill

All on the Earth

Nuclear bound — you"ll fear his name

Hey it"s The Wykydtron

It"s The Wykydtron

Hey it"s the Wykydtron

Whoa-oh!

An army"s formed to crush the Earth

Our creation, the master of our demise

Humanity is doomed

Fifteen years since creation"s time, the war has turned to space

Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate

Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron

Millions die, radiation blast from Hell

Flesh, it peels away as all the people die

This is the end of the human race

Our creation becomes the master of our own demise

We are drones

We fooled ourselves

We finally sealed our fate

e it"s the Wykydtron

It"s the Wykydtron

Hey it"s the Wykydtron

Whoa-oh!