Children Of Technology — текст песни (Kingcrow)

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