Children Of Technology Lyrics

There's a shadow that treads the thought
And fear is it's only whip
Destiny ends under a dying sun
Hybrid beings who creep in dust

Creation of the human
Brain without heart
Velvet hands of the new
God that move in dark Children of technology
Children of a new world

Bribed prophets who sell desires
Sell the ticket to our end
Heaven in hell under a burnin' moon
And we die with a smiling face

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