Superstition, disguised as faith The Fear of death plagues their eyes Automated animation, a fingerprint personality Born of desperation, So terrified that you just might dissappear when you die And that there is no difference between right or wrong
Elimination of the modern nation No need for the excess population Twisted monuments of human decay Old death to new beginnings Remake the world in genocide Everything they taught you is a lie
Would you die for this? Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured Would you die for this? Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash
Proclaimed by a thousand prophets Believed by a million fools Its an endless line of tragedies What is faith but another word for superstition On the ruins of the old Free of the moral waste Perfect and gleaming In the light of the morning star
Would you die for my sins? Or would you take my life and try to make it yours? Prove me wrong, but I'll still see it my own way
Would you die for this? Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured Would you die for this? Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
