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The blueprint riff: tectonic chug, whale-call pick scrape, and a 22-year-old band already thinking in geological time.
Lyrics
Every step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away, why? Perfect is the race you dream
Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses
Hatchery, the newborn to celebrate Ashes to ashes, I see respect in the dust Life is so perfect
Now for the weak an abortion Celebrate perfection that grows The flesh, a gift of science The soul a fault of a God
Life on its way to the state of fire From the cold taste of steel Light embraces the dark, lava flowing free And the cradle is
Forgot the reasons why we all lie so pale On the playground of cold Mother Nature is at saturation point And the cradle is falling down
Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses