اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
No gods, no makers
No fathers, no creators
No people made of clay
Just listen, my friend
What I'm going to say
Old and worn, it's made to die
A tasteless joke to uncodify
Flesh gears, made to sicken
Your countdown clock is about to quicken
Who's that man living your life?
Look at yourself, a smile with the knife
Your own made insecticide
Hunting the hunter, a struggle inside
Ancestors felt that before
All past lives had the code
No gods, no makers
No fathers, no creators
No people made of clay
Just listen, my friend
What I'm going to say
No evolution, a bad seed
Prototype with an error allowed to proceed
Dead darwin, buried in shame
A crack in the mirror and no one to blame
Who's that man living your life?
Look at yourself, a smile with the knife
Your own made insecticide
Hunting the hunter, a struggle inside
The answer you deserved
Your brain is fossilized
Your life is well preserved
In natural coded lies
Ancestors felt that before
All past lives had the code
Now you're in the sea of lies
There's so much more than meet your eyes
A natural disaster
A wise man, a bioclock
Rusty DNA, a dumb as fuck
A bad dream, an evil child
Hypocrisy, humanity
We'll bring our existence to fall
There won't be a final call
A kingdom of blindness, blindness and sickness
The end of it all without forgiveness
Ancestors felt that before
All past lives had the code
Now you are in the sea of lies
There's so much more than meet your eyes
