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
(Chorus) Would you
die for this? Fake & fractured, soulless & manufactured Would you
die for this? Crossbred & numbered, we are CYBERTRASH
Proclaimed
by 1000 prophets Believed by 1000000 fools It's an endless line of
tragedies What is faith but another word for superstition On the ruins of
the old Free of the moral waste Perfect & gleaming In the light of
the morning stars
Would you die for my sins? Or would you take my
life & try to make it yours? Prove me wrong, but I'll still see it my
own way