Kingcrow Children Of Technology
There's a shadow that treads the thought
And fear is it's 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
