Where is that noble miner?

Revolution mapped through the grooves of his cog

without question a beam of hope

with order for change and a new control

we followed his order for revolution

speaking as if Prime was in his name,

and if he had succeeded, it would be.

We've been through this we ended it

or so we thought it had been fought

Basic rights for all!

We won't stop until the senate

is dead

Your devotion became destruction

the same destruction we worked hard to replace

destruction of a god with a traitor in his place

the senate replaced God with a Primes fancy words but

have the same ideology

the senate changed their name

now they are called autobots.

Some don't care, they love the pain that you spread,

some dont want the senate to steal their head.

I serve Pax, the poem that was wrote

not the prophet, not the hoax.

You wrote a manifesto,

you call it poetry

and said it would make the misfortunate,

fortunate under your glory.

I serve for Pax Cybertronia

a poem that you wrote

a poem that you reject

because you know just how powerful you look,

without it.