Circuits cold, calculations made
In Megatron's service, my loyalty laid
My logic is cold, my actions precise
In this war, you will pay the price
Your pleas for mercy, just static noise
In the face of logic, they're void of poise
It is the only logical thing to do
Cold, hard facts, will see me through
Prepare for termination!
This is the final equation
No last stand, no heroic
The final stroke, of Cruel Logic
In data streams, my power lies
Against my might, every rebel dies
Your reasoning is hardly logical
Your end is near, it's undeniable
Your struggle ends, in vain you yell
Against my logic, you cannot rebel
To face me is to walk through hell
A calculated demise, in my cell
Prepare for termination!
This is the final equation
No last stand, no heroic
The final stroke, of Cruel Logic
Commands are clear, my mission defined
In his conquest, my tasks are assigned
In steady service, my duty known
I am only loyal to Megatron!
Prepare for termination!
This is the final equation
No last stand, no heroic
The final stroke, of Cruel Logic
Prepare for termination!
This is the final equation
No last stand, no heroic
The final stroke, of Cruel Logic
Autobots will fall to Megatron's might
My strategies ensure they lose the fight
Efficiency and logic dictate the war
Victory in calculations, nothing more