"Ladies and gentlemen, those of us who began our love labors at the operator's key have been permitted to see and assist in the whole modern industrial development of electricity."

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's 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
It's an endless line of tragedies
What is faith but another word for superstition?
On [bad word] 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