Cybertrash

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 cybertrash