Superstition, disguised as faith
The Fear of death plagues their eyes
Automated animation, a fingerprint personality
Born of desperation,
So terrified that you just might dissappear when you die
And that there is no difference between right or wrong

Elimination of the modern nation
No need for the excess population
Twisted monuments of human decay
Old death to new beginnings
Remake the world in genocide
Everything they taught you is a lie

Would you die for this?
Fake and fractured, soulless and manufactured
Would you die for this?
Crossbred and numbered, we are cybertrash

-The Kovenant-