Luyện nghe bài hát Cybertrash

Superstition, disguised as
The fear of death plagues eyes
Automated animation, a fingerprint
Born of
So terrified that you might dissappear when you die
And that there is no difference between right or

Elimination of the nation
No for the excess population
Twisted of human decay
Old to new beginnings
Remake the in genocide
Everything they you is a lie

you die for this?
Fake and fractured, soulless and
you die for this?
Crossbred and numbered, we are

by a thousand prophets
Believed by a million
Its an line of tragedies
What is faith but another for superstition
On the of the old
Free of the moral
and gleaming
In the of the morning star

you die for my sins?
Or would you my life and try to make it yours?
me wrong, but I'll still see it my own way

Would you die for
Fake and fractured, soulless and
you die for this?
Crossbred and numbered, we are