E-

very

step

you

take

is

to

the

end

Cha-

os,

dup-

li-

cate

the

hu-

man

slaves

Mo-

ther

Na-

ture

so

far

a-

way:

Why?

Per-

fect

is

the

race

you

dream

Right

now,

I

make

my

choice

Per-

fec-

tion

you

fake

is

not

The

soul,

not

a

ge-

ne-

tic

code

You

fools,

you

ig-

no-

ra-

muses

Hat-

che-

ry,

the

new-

born

to

ce-

leb-

rate

A-

shes

to

a-

shes,

I

see

re-

spect

is

in

the

dust

Life

is

so

per-

fect

Now

for

the

weak

an

a-

bor-

tion

Ce-

leb-

rate

per-

fec-

tion

grows

The

flesh,

a

gift

o-

f

sci-

ence

The

soul

a

fault

of

God

Life

on

its

way

to

the

state

of

fi-

re

From

the

cold

taste

of

steel

Light

em-

braces

the

dark,

la-

va

flow-

ing

free

And

the

cra-

dle

is...

For-

got

the

rea-

sons

why

we

all

lie

so

pale

On

the

play-

ground

of

cold

Mo-

ther

Na-

ture

is

at sa-

tu-

ra-

tion

point

And

the

cra-

dle

is

fal-

ling

down...

Right

now,

I

make

my

choice

Per-

fec-

tion

you

fake

is

not

The

soul,

not

a

ge-

ne-

tic

code

You

fools,

you

ig-

no-

ra-

muses