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God Is An Automaton
Sybreed
We we're blind and we couldn't conceive the color of blood
This crimson flood soaking the ground
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us
You then exclaim where is God now
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper
And still we consider being observed and closely monitored
Primitive we remain
We were devised to enjoy trials
The choice has never been ours
We are inclined to violence
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
compositores: Benjamin Nominet
This crimson flood soaking the ground
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us
You then exclaim where is God now
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper
And still we consider being observed and closely monitored
Primitive we remain
We were devised to enjoy trials
The choice has never been ours
We are inclined to violence
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
You ask me why do we forever feed on pain
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained
For this, should we blame the maker of everything divine
compositores: Benjamin Nominet
