Текст песни Called Them Gods

Every alive creature I call a machine This is perfection of nature Perfection adjustment and indestructibility The Cybernetics comes across my mind God's finger - alien's finger Plurality of assumptions aren't important A free will and creation Is this uncommon? Mind is unusual being Why a few percent, not more? There were some more excellent That's why called them gods Through ignorance - murders Through foulness - fear Illumination doesn't exist How many strangers - gods are among us?