Luyện nghe bài hát Cybertrash

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

Elimination of the nation
No need for the excess
Twisted monuments of human
Old death to new
Remake the world in
Everything they you is a lie

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

Proclaimed by a prophets
Believed by a fools
Its an endless line of
What is but another 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 would you take my and try to make it yours?
me wrong, but I'll still see it my own way

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