Song | God Is An Automaton |
Artist | Sybreed |
Album | God Is An Automation |
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We were blind and we couldn’t conceive the color of blood | |
This crimson flood soaking the ground | |
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us | |
You then exclaim “where is God now?” | |
Chorus: | |
You ask me “why do we forever feast on pain | |
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? | |
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained | |
For this, should we blame our Maker?” | |
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one | |
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways | |
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper | |
And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins | |
Primitive we remain | |
We were devised to enjoy trials | |
The choice has never been ours | |
We are inclined to violence | |
Repeat Chorus |
We were blind and we couldn' t conceive the color of blood | |
This crimson flood soaking the ground | |
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us | |
You then exclaim " where is God now?" | |
Chorus: | |
You ask me " why do we forever feast on pain | |
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? | |
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained | |
For this, should we blame our Maker?" | |
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one | |
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways | |
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper | |
And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins | |
Primitive we remain | |
We were devised to enjoy trials | |
The choice has never been ours | |
We are inclined to violence | |
Repeat Chorus |
We were blind and we couldn' t conceive the color of blood | |
This crimson flood soaking the ground | |
We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us | |
You then exclaim " where is God now?" | |
Chorus: | |
You ask me " why do we forever feast on pain | |
And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? | |
The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained | |
For this, should we blame our Maker?" | |
The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one | |
Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways | |
In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper | |
And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins | |
Primitive we remain | |
We were devised to enjoy trials | |
The choice has never been ours | |
We are inclined to violence | |
Repeat Chorus |