| Song | Consensus For The Locus Of Thought |
| Artist | Harlots |
| Album | Betrayer |
| What employs destroys all life. | |
| Sail this sea of fire with me and lift up our decay. | |
| The human war machine marches on. | |
| Unfurled like avalanches crushing downward onto us. | |
| Mainframe die. | |
| Like a cancer slowly evolving to suppress antigen, fueling the beast | |
| There is no space in time. | |
| I'm trying to find my way back to this place again. | |
| But I cannot find like so many others before me a way to unlatch from its grasp. | |
| A way to be free of its tasks. | |
| My brain is artificial intelligence. | |
| Shut it down. |