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 [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