Deaden Songtext
von Epidemic

A machine of a mind without
Compulsions, drawn from delusions
Access to control
The creator of a thought without
Pure emotion, programmed to be
To learn technology of bliss
And production of the heroin spice
To the helpless, and the blind
And childish, the limitations to reality
Are artificial intelligence


A symbol to strengthen the mind
A deity in the conscience of science
The laws of sound
Making the mind of the one
Pledge of loyalty, obedience
My god′s word
The pre-determination
In emphasize in the life
But walking the line
The catalyst to hell
You measure in but not believe
Now your soul is lost

Wielding immense power
Without fear or emotion
In that struggle
The rights of life
Uniform command
Devotion is our lunacy
Enslaved by intelligence
Enslaved by progress
Industrial empire
The creator of all god
Perception of a mind
The power of creation
Now a silent god


Trapped in this hollow shell
Trapped in the elements
Technological power
In that fight, living hell
In this war, not of feelings
But of the soul
I shall stand
I will never surrender