New Machine - Overkill

Crucifixion complete

Close enough to the fire…

To feel temptation’s heat

It’s gone away to taste the ground

Replaced by the incessant sound of fear

There’s a ring in my ears

I’m bleeding from my heart

Far away from love…

The execution starts

Made us what we are today

A lonely pile of disarray

We are the children of a new regime

We are the children of a new machine

Mass production, thought controlled

No I never knew my heart

No. Never knew the love…

That made them fall apart

It’s gone away to taste the ground

Replaced by the incessant sound we hear

We are the children

Ya, the children

What of the children?

We are the children of the new machine

What of the children?

We are the children of the new machine

The new machine