Paroles de 'The Soulflesh Industries' par Astrogence

Welcome the new life
A new creation locked inside a human form
A fatal creation of the new gods
Designing the coming elite

The curse of ethics lies in our hands
Denying all the morals which once were untouched

the creator:
"Hey, I am the hand that gave you light
You are the new dawn of our race
The cleaning of flesh there's no need to wait
A new dimension offered by your soul"

"I have seen (in my dreams) a new kind of dawn
A new fulfillment of man you can believe me
You're the one rising all over of all
What has been and will ever be"

A term of numbers changing the elemental
A new life design - a new life born
The perfect flesh created - weakness in decline
A new perfection but more than human

The modern Frankenstein arises
Total control , no compromise
No illness shall ever breath inside
But might this be the illness itself
The new generation divided
One lower - one supreme
A new hierarchy rising
On which conflicts are born

The new intelligence unleashed
Perfection on the throne
Humanity dethroned - defeat of individuality
Will the souls of the future be in the hands of the industry?
Will the new kings of the flesh be produced in the body of machines?
Spin the genetic codes - give programmed life to the world
A man who must not suffer or even has to die
But who can give suffering and death

And the day will come when they're together as one
The human and machine born - an ice age for the soul
But in the name of the future we have to rise and say our "mistakes" goodbye
This is what the vision of the scientist says and so machine and human link

A new industry is on the way
Producing flesh trading with life
Forming a generation - degeneration!
All hail the human capitalism!

vision of the new world:
"I see a world of decay where genetic codes decide men's way
Where they cultivate the perfect body and the soul rests asleep
When a child is not worth living if an illness might breath inside
I see no people hand in hand there-concurrence tears them apart"

"Remember when life was so untouched
We were shaped by our hearts and not designed before birth
Can't you feel the same that we loose ourselves
Come take my hand - no more genetic burdens"

And life is no longer out of hand-the scientist will give you light
But light means money-can we by the sun?

Are we really the crown of wisdom when all we create has power to destroy
And every progress will cause a wave of ruin when we try to weave our own today
Feel nature's power the chilling winds or the floods of immensity
To march against her way will late our soon wipe us all away

Is all living just logic-a combination of terms and substances?
Can all be produced in the glass-the glass of the cold scientist?
What number has your soul which forms the individual
Is all what we want control and the selfishness of some ideologists?

You'll fear their names - the soulflesh industries

Take me far away from the life of pay
When nature was the source of wisdom we were real children of earth
Take me far away from the souls of slay
When life was not in our hands there was a difference
In our domination grows a seed of decay which will kill humanity

Progress means downfall !?