throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne, kings of a human creation. Inherit the throne, king of a cloned generation, let's inherit our throne, kings of a
's a newpolished "45, it boosts your ego and the trigger makes you king, innocence can't cut the troaths of your victims, in your head there's a plague
time to oncloak our ships, a grand welcome, a celebration, while you watch our cannons take aim. [Chorus x2] You fools! You believe it's a lie, you
You accomplished nothing and now it's to late, you chose wich game to play and now it's game over. [Chorus] Your mind is divided and you have lost
at the beast that you have bred. It's a beautiful child... yet it's biomech. Electronical a future failure, biomechanical life for hire. A bidding price
Breathing fire, our hollow eyes are blind. These poisoned wells are keeping our throaths dry. We seek freedom while we hang in chains, can't think clearly
a marionette, crushed dreams, I've been sleeping with a queen from hell. Solar eclipse, to blind to see what had yet to come, a needelsharp lie, you
This was once a beautiful place, but now it's dead, we killed it long ago. With dusted eyes and dry mouths we are trying to survive. We're exposed to
frightened one. I tried to be the master of gravity, but I came down with a smash of reality. Lost... in my fictionary mind, a freak to the world and
and keeps your life in pain. Power, released by your misleading gods, (a) servant, but high above the rest. Only one don't need a sect to conquer, expose
