Текст: Benediction. Experimental Stage.

Clawed fingers forcing iron bars, visions of tortured misery.
Semi-human tears of frustrated rage, hunched up in this fuckin' =
cage.
My emotions are artificially induced. Though no further need to =
feel.
Now I've fabricated steel limbs, electro-pulses throb within.
Man made monster, morbid science.
Deaf to my feeble protests, I've served my purpose.

In my veins life fluid used to flow. Now drained and replaced. =
With sedative substances, to restrain instinctive rage.
Man made monster, morbid science.
Deaf to my feeble protests, I've served my purpose.