Through the smoke I see the trees. No one left for us to please. A perfect world where no one dies. Go to heaven with your lies. . Wasted and confused.
The filth, the greed, immoral deeds. The shameless urge of consumption. A lustful motive against a fool. One's will by force to be ruled. . Impulse to destroy this anti matter.
Degeneration. . Automation. . Stimulation. . Violation. . Chorus:. Corroded. . Hardware. . Cuts. . Short. Internal. . Fire. . Death on. . Board. . Transformation.