Song | Manufactured Humanity |
Artist | Abysmal Dawn |
Album | Leveling the Plane of Existence |
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They come to steal my soul | |
For this shell in their control | |
I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
[Chorus:] | |
Artificially grown | |
Manufactured humanity | |
We're genetically cloned | |
It's eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
The secrets of the soul | |
Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
The essence of which I've learned to hate | |
In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
Insanity – mentally deconstructed | |
[Chorus] |
They come to steal my soul | |
For this shell in their control | |
I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
Chorus: | |
Artificially grown | |
Manufactured humanity | |
We' re genetically cloned | |
It' s eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
The secrets of the soul | |
Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
The essence of which I' ve learned to hate | |
In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
Insanity mentally deconstructed | |
Chorus |
They come to steal my soul | |
For this shell in their control | |
I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
Chorus: | |
Artificially grown | |
Manufactured humanity | |
We' re genetically cloned | |
It' s eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
The secrets of the soul | |
Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
The essence of which I' ve learned to hate | |
In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
Insanity mentally deconstructed | |
Chorus |