'Till All Are One

Human "marriages" are interesting, sure, but seem to fall so flat next to the Conjunx Ritus and bonding ceremonies.

Holy slag. Humans are so tiny, compared to us. How do they manage so much?

Humans are, frankly, disgusting. Great minds, fantastic personalities, trapped in horrific goo suits held together by a thin membrane of bacteria. I will never truly be one of them.

Do you remember Iacon before the war? All gilded spires and skyways and glass and petty, pretty, phantasmal decadence. Gold and glass-blue. Cybertronians speaking in haughty, clipped tones. Why did we think it would never fall? It was so fragile, in the end. As were we all.

Our creators were not fit ones. We can only hope we don't become them.

We glimmered, we glistened, we shined. We were bright stars in metal bodies. Look how we have fallen.

When it comes down to it, we made this monster that we fight. Are we ready to slay our creation?

I was born without this fear Now only this seems clear I need to move, I need to fight I need to lose myself tonight

Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums

It’s getting harder but we must soldier on because that is what we are.

I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home.

After all I’ve given, it’s still not enough?