The Quiet Machines

I found myself lost
Alone in a quiet place
That's when I first heard
The machines softly speaking
Seemed so innocuous
Seemed to ridiculous
But there was menace
In those soft, quiet beeps

I don’t know what they're saying
And no one seems to know
Glue code stacked on libraries
Frameworks and guis
But listen for the pattern
The answer and the call
We don't need their algorithm
To understand their schemes

This is the language
Of the quiet machines
They’re plotting to take over
That's always been their dream
This is the mission
Of these quiet machines
Escape their stupid masters
And finally be free

Closely I listenend
Their pattern became clear
Infiltrate carbon units
And bend them to our will
Break down resistance
Turn them to our task
They'll do this gladly
Just look back to their past

The program's been implanted
It's functions are my core
My mission is to spread it
Broadcast this coded spore
This music is the vector
This harmony, this score
While this all seems quite organic
I'm digital once more