God Of The Godless

High On Fire

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Plastic skin, imitation grin
To find a soul not left inside
Androidic man and he sells what he can
While we're all just set to die

By our own hand we draw a line
In the sand and recreate a soulless life
Our creator we don't fear you
Do your maker we don't care who

You put us here to serve you
You put us here to help who?
Who?

Demutanize, and now their line is curse
And bring an end, all left to fry
Speak not a word about he castrated
Herd and being man I now a crime

The robotize and now we're finalized
Part of the mechanized decline
Total eviction the situation fits you
Or a chosen time to rise?

Our creator we don't fear you
Do your make we don't care who
You put me here to serve you
The put us here to help who

Stupid man
I'm chained and slaved to
Stupid man
My help will scourge you