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The Coming Of A New Kind
We sit here silent, the sequence breaks
Knowing the truth of this pointless game
Amino Acids prime, a terror so great
Dead shells, loud screams
Convicted bodies with a suicide dream
Crossfire, blood runs
My fate is sealing
Along with the rest of my kind
The fourth division spreading violent ground
Airstrikes cover the earth, rage fuels our passion
Your fate is sealed by the orders of your precious god
Get on your knees and bow down to me
Lethal flex, the ground shakes
Turrets spray through, I'm smiling on my knees
Where is your overlord now?
The savior in a fairytale cannot save you
This is the coming of a new kind.
Synthetic emotions, merging DNA
New experiments
Rhythms of violence you can't control
Cutting through your core
Inserting chips deep in your brain
Synapses burning
We are the ones you prayed against.
Our bodies work by driving rage
Beat those pounding thoughts
Our hearts fueled by hate
Without comfort without conform
Pounding the heat
Drums pound to scorch your skin, ripping your mind
There is not rest,
This is the coming of a new kind.
Knowing the truth of this pointless game
Amino Acids prime, a terror so great
Dead shells, loud screams
Convicted bodies with a suicide dream
Crossfire, blood runs
My fate is sealing
Along with the rest of my kind
The fourth division spreading violent ground
Airstrikes cover the earth, rage fuels our passion
Your fate is sealed by the orders of your precious god
Get on your knees and bow down to me
Lethal flex, the ground shakes
Turrets spray through, I'm smiling on my knees
Where is your overlord now?
The savior in a fairytale cannot save you
This is the coming of a new kind.
Synthetic emotions, merging DNA
New experiments
Rhythms of violence you can't control
Cutting through your core
Inserting chips deep in your brain
Synapses burning
We are the ones you prayed against.
Our bodies work by driving rage
Beat those pounding thoughts
Our hearts fueled by hate
Without comfort without conform
Pounding the heat
Drums pound to scorch your skin, ripping your mind
There is not rest,
This is the coming of a new kind.
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