Kingcrow - Children Of Technology lyrics

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