There's a shadow that treads the thought

And fear is its 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