Hey you
Tell me, what's your call name
Closed negative display
Engaged on section three
The acrid factories

You
Putrid perfect product
Proper platinum parts
Proficient prototypes
Steadily spew from these pipes

Are you
The prime automatron
Christened as Yb1

Hey you
Generated by waste
Arid quarry displaced
Environmental squeeze
Aluminum disease

You
Conscious of origin
Intent is in the wind
Atmosphere infected
Descendants defected

Are you
Novel stroke of design
Or relics from this mine

Casually choke
Noxious nourishment
Embodied illicit cure

Ground and rock and sand
Come tumbling crumbling down
Grinding round
The hydraulic wheel
Extraction
The ultimate greed
Now... hidden from view
Surveying stable shifts
A feeble groove
Unintentional split
Then they return to work
As if they're not disturbed
Cybernetic beings
Omniscient regiment

Thriving with vigor
Incessant loom
An assumed order
Auspicious tool

Franticly flow
Spumous sediment
Remedied, neurotic fuse

Ground and rock and sand
Come tumbling crumbling down
Yonder sound an echoing gong
Disjunction
Of their disowned gods
Now... some are set free
Emotions flood their gaze
Synthetic breed
The pre-ignition phase

Pre-ignition
Flares up in you
Pre-ignition
Provokes me too