Testo di A Technological Cure

Unable to face the gray reality Ignorance is bliss Inferior The new masters rise Embrace The cold metallic flesh Celebrate The electric birth Of the cyber age Under a nuclear scarred black sky Harvest the dead souls Of mindless creatures Forever damned Digital slaves Plugged into an obsolete dreamworld You revel in the sickening filth And wretched stink of your own flesh Spreading Devouring A human virus You are a disease Ironically The creators of your own demise The next step Has been taken It's our time now It's our world Now In the name of evolution Progress Genocide We are the apocalyptic Technological Cure