The scum of this city speak with silver tongues

Synthetic brethren

Lost here on this earth

Hunted because of the sins of our fathers

Synthetic brethren

Is all we've got left

Synthetic is all we've got left

If only you've seen what I see with your eyes

Acts of the most depraved activity

But I digress From street to alley

This farce continues

Step, breath, step

Into reserves I grasp

Fleeing through decaying streets

Their killing us off one by one

We skin jobs have become self aware

And the end of our fail-safe life is at hand

So now we reach out to extend

This gift that's been given to us

Man Made Machine Machine Made Man.

Fiery the angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder rolled

Upon the shores of the fires of ork

All of these moments

Will be lost in time

Like tears in the rain

Time to die.

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