Aseptic crime the feeble life we lead
The nothingness we follow
The apathy we feed
We are devices
Our feelings are contents
A flock of numb souls
Automatons dig
Holes dig deep
The wolves escaping from the dull and brutal sheeps
Holes dig deep
The sheeps are marching from the sleep to the abyss
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
A dead karmic wheel
The coldness that we feel
Our lives appearing senseless
A rancid void within
The growing distance
Between the heart and mind
Dead dreams of future the hopless passing time
Stands still
The acid taste of all the failures and the boredom drill
Inner distress
Beware the army of the ambassadors of nothingness
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brains are just
Anguish keepers isolated flesh
Disincarnated comatose eternal night of the soul
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Aseptic crime the feeble life we lead
The nothingness we follow
The apathy we feed
We are devices
Our feelings are contents
A flock of numb souls
Automatons dig
Holes dig deep
The wolves escaping from the dull and brutal sheeps
Holes dig deep
The sheeps are marching from the sleep to the abyss
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
A dead karmic wheel
The coldness that we feel
Our lives appearing senseless
A rancid void within
The growing distance
Between the heart and mind
Dead dreams of future the hopless passing time
Stands still
The acid taste of all the failures and the boredom drill
Inner distress
Beware the army of the ambassadors of nothingness
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brains are just
Anguish keepers isolated flesh
Disincarnated comatose eternal night of the soul
The nothingness we follow
The apathy we feed
We are devices
Our feelings are contents
A flock of numb souls
Automatons dig
Holes dig deep
The wolves escaping from the dull and brutal sheeps
Holes dig deep
The sheeps are marching from the sleep to the abyss
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
A dead karmic wheel
The coldness that we feel
Our lives appearing senseless
A rancid void within
The growing distance
Between the heart and mind
Dead dreams of future the hopless passing time
Stands still
The acid taste of all the failures and the boredom drill
Inner distress
Beware the army of the ambassadors of nothingness
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brain is just noise
Noise
And so they come
Hi-tech under the sun
These faces made of plastic with nothing behind
They look with empty eyes
They're speaking with flat voice
Their heart is just a hole
And their brains are just
Anguish keepers isolated flesh
Disincarnated comatose eternal night of the soul
Writer: Blackie Extreme
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