A review of Coil's "The Restitution of Decayed Intelligence"

Two tracks, telling a before and after story of a robotic factory planet and the introduction of a virus to said factory planet.
Maybe.
I read a lot into this, but I think it works.
Listened and reacted to this track in (sort of) a stream of consciousness:

I
Inside a factory where pixels are made.
Assembly lines/robot arms.
Not a human to be ofund.
Factory getting bigger, expandig, maybe a whie planet?
Something emerges that sounds like a pixeldog.
There is a problem.
The workers are revolting, fighting back.
The boss might be a huge, dot matrix printer.
Screaming radio static floods in, modem noises, leaving in its wake a broken, crippled rhythm: a rusted, jagged knee.
Speed picks up.
A voice so manipulated I can barely inderstand it comes in, then screaming: the door to hell (elerctir robot hell) is torn open.
Organics beomce metal against their will.
ASIDE: If they ever have a moment in a Silent Hill game where the protagonist is in a facotry when the darkness comes and the whole factory starts chasing them, this is what their template should be.
The program running things tried to right itself, to purge itself of this virus, but it does not work, still trying as it dies.
Almost at the end and the creature arrives and begins consuming things.
Are the revolters responsible for this monstrosity, or is it a weapon of the humans meant to destroy this factory/planet and the robots that inhabit it?
A high, repeated, womanish screaming begins and is splintered.
The creaking builds and then a horrible alarm.
The whole system is under attack, but by whom?
systemdown
diagnostic
findvirus
corruption
Only way to save itself is self-destruct.
Erase all code and start over.

II

A shattered electric glass jungle.
We hear a voice, shattered as well: the voice of the robot jungle.
Everything is out of sync, like listening to a paradox, things from paralell universes trying to occupy the same space at the same time.
This could be the sound of the factory rebooting/rebuilding itself, seconds, minutes or millenia later.
The voice broadcasting from the radio stops (readytoexecute), and the foundations begin to dissolve; the earth, sky, even the air begins to shred itself into glittering ribbons of dirty sound.
The program was not ready to reboot, and these are the consequences.
The digital void rises, the dots and cogs tremble, but are swallowed.
The feedback loops gets smaller and smaller, until it deletes itself, a robot ouroboros.
Almost at the vert end, a printer prints; not sure we're meant to see what's on that printout...
Then, finally, everything quietly sinks into the cyberbog, not a bang, just a whimper.

This intelligence, no matter how decayed, will return.