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