Songtext von Womb

Incubated genes Manipulated birth Harvesting the bodies from the womb- Artificial minds Of artificial purpose Collecting what is left for rebirth- Perpetuated life: We are already dead because of fear, predetermined into something catastrophic, That will end us all, We are the prisoners of this wretched plague Embryonic farms will control and produce the world of slaves, And we are left with nothing But fear of innovation, We are prisoners of the wretched plague.