1.STR.: You are born into this world as an empty shell
With no religion, heaven or hell!
Just a few instincts save you from killin'yourself!
Just a few wrong actions can send you to hell!

2. Str.: What you say what you do is predicted for you,
A biomachine -and you have no clue!
In an empty brain we can fill what we want:
What is real, right or wrong.

Bridge: Can't you see, that you are
Nothing but a slave to my god,
My machine, or this screen!
-No matter what you call it, it's your destiny!

In the end, dumb you will die!

Ref.: So what can you do, but believe the lie?
Of your freedom, of our god, your law and right?

3. Str.: We are born into this world, as an empty shell
With no religion, heaven or hell!
What counts is where we're born and where we stay,
To be the predator or to be the prey.

4. Str.: You cannot run! You cannot hide!
From your own birth, from your own life!
Predator's prey! Predator's prey!

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