Paroles de Clone

Every step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother nature so far away Why? Perfect is the race you dream Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes to ashes, I see respect in the dust Life is so perfect Now for the weak an abortion Celebrate perfection that grows The flesh, a gift of science The soul a fault of a God Life on its way to the state of fire From the cold taste of steel Light embraces the dark, lava flowing free And the cradle is Forgot the reasons why We all lie so pale On the playground of cold Mother nature is at saturation point And the cradle is falling down Jump! Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses