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, oh

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, oh

The bastards of the machine

(Hey!)

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(Hey!)

The bastards (bastards) of the machine

Oh, you know that you are

The bastards (bastards) of the machine, oh

The bastards (bastards) of the machine

The bastards (bastards) of the machine, oh