الكلمات الأصلية
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A faceless crowd, the scent of isolation
Blind eyes stare, without contemplation
Fear superior, fatal consternation
A tele-vision's eye, master-masturbation
In non-human form, we're returning in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
A mating game, a grotesque imitation
To feel the pain of mental copulation
The creatures, they howl, desperation
The answer delivered, a wasted imitation
In non-human form, we're returning in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
Mankinds destruction is made sure throughout the ages, a dying creed, reared on greed and arrogance, crawling in a ruined world of lost identity…finally released by a technological supremacy
And madness reigns, transfiguration
A vanishing breed, degeneration
Lifeless structures, pure dehumination
From pride to fall, mass extermination
In non-human form, we're returing in rage
The scorching breath, praise this noble age
Generate your hate, we poison your view
Gen-Errator, now we're creeping in you
Mindrape procreate, obey and subdue
Gen-Errator, now they're coming for you
…now they're coming for you
