We stand in the skies, here's our telegram, in multitude.
We could, end your lives but we have no bad intent, not like you would..
And look, you rather to your death..fall down, out.... of our hands you are, and ever will be..
(~cant believe machines, you proved that by what ive seen..now im free without your chain~)

As he fell to earth, looking up,..

Everywhere.. they lifted off, and thousands inside, maybe.
I've awoken, Im.. in luck, or would now.. shortly pending doom below..

We stand in the skies, here's our telegram, in multitude.
We could, end your lives but we have no bad intent, not like you would..)

And look, frightened as you were rejecting, look.. your last sight of us..and know; we meant well all since we could.
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composers notes:
this track is about the human who falls out of one of the machines (see Detacher) lifting up from earth, unknown to him rescuing humans from their own destruction in unexpected unison. However, used to see nothing but violence by man-programmed machines the human feels as if he was in luck to have escaped though falling to his death.