Children Of Technology Lyrics

Children Of Technology

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