Letra de Clone (Live)
Every Step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away: Why? Perfect is the race you dreamRight now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramusesHatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes to ashes, I see respect in the dust Life is so perfectNow for the weak an abortion Celebrate perfection that grows The flesh, a gift of science The soul a fault of a godLife on its way to the state of fire From the cold taste of steel Light embraces the dark, lava flowing free And the cradle is... Forgot the reasons why - We all lie so pale On the playground of cold Mother Nature is at saturation point And the cradle is falling down...