Kingcrow - Children Of Technology lyrics

rate me

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