Bastards of the Machine

                                  You can be all you desire

An honest man, a vicious liar

Seek out the Light or seek the Dark



You can honor or desecrate

Sympathize or manipulate

Carved in your flesh, embrace the Mark



Enslaved and hypnotized 

Chained to artificial lives

You are the Bastards of the Machine

The Bastards of the Machine

Be a saint for those in need

Or spin them webs of lust and greed,

Yeah, you've restored my dying faith



With a kiss of death, a last farewell

Hand in hand, through the Gates of Hell

You'll pay the price for the choice you make



I see your demons rise 

Deep within your burning eyes

You are the Bastards of the Machine

The Bastards of the Machine



The Bastards of the Machine

The Bastards of the Machine