Luyện nghe bài hát Cybertrash

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

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

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

Proclaimed by a thousand
Believed by a fools
Its an endless line of
What is faith but word for superstition
On the of the old
of the moral waste
Perfect and
In the of the morning star

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

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