Cybertrash  -  The  Kovenant

  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

    Would  you  die  for  this?

    Fake  and  fractured,  soulless  and  manufactured

    Would  you  die  for  this?

    Crossbred  and  numbered,  we  are  cybertrash

    Proclaimed  by  a  thousand  prophets

  Believed  by  a  million  fools

    Its  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  and  gleaming

  In  the  light  of  the  morning  star

    Would  you  die  for  my  sins?

  Or  would  you  take  my  life  and  try  to  make  it  yours?

    Prove  me  wrong,  but  I'll  still  see  it  my  own  way

    Would  you  die  for  this?

    Fake  and  fractured,  soulless  and  manufactured

    Would  you  die  for  this?

    Crossbred  and  numbered,  we  are  cybertrash

    we  are  cybertrash

    we  are  cybertrash