I belong to those from somewhere,

nowhere, everywhere

we constructed your race

for a special task

at least you failed

you'll be wiped out



without a warning he appeared

in between all of these grey hired old men

we called them the world presidents

they ask him for just ten more years

and so he granted it



freedom peace and all the

things we'd whised before

were no longer visions

they had all come true

on the tenth year

the world awaits



from nowhere again he appears

and told us once more we had failed

you were not built for love and peace

you were to be the killer race

without emotion



it's not for you to understand

the reason for the things we planned

so we will erase what you've done

because you've failed once again

it doesn't matter why