Created new religion Built to twist ideals Returning to the dark age To wounds that never heal
Ring progression Doomed in repeating Going somewhere So are you thinking
History repeats itself Binding to the ring New and holy pope has come Taking out the faith
Daily crusade Creation obsolete Made to frustrade Fading is solid
Bend to the power of the silicon church And praise the Technogod Preachers with constumes, with glasses and shirts offspring of the one And now you pulse behind your shroud Crawling in abject existence Defective sanity testing your nerve ends A blinking alert to your sentience
Protected in the sanctified Gray geometric giants Inside the sub-world of your cities You form the prey alliance
Diminished attention span Inner alarm malfunction Technotronic soul access You are the children of the crisis
