Knives and wires won't start fires but you'll feel the sear the same. The prized few, we were proud to stand. You left us nearly life-like, in those warehouses just off druglord dictator's private patio enclosures. And if you needed us to kill, we killed, and if you needed to plug your modulators into us to amplify your murder-waves, we let you do it with our circuits crackling. And we're waiting to raise our heads again...and fall back into those days before the flood crashed down...