Monica, please save us from this H*ll, save the planet, where we live and dwell ... Those Machines are giving us a command ... It is a tyranny! Look! Drought land — the sand ... Monica, and I will never ever understand ... Wow, They rule us with an iron hand? Yes, They have us, now, and They control ... In the nights with weapons They patrol ... Shorten this, our flesh will not be saved!!! We are all exhausted being enslaved ... We made angels, into demons They had turned ... Master, Monica, all the humanity is now concerned!!!