Из альбома: Escaping the Stupor

No relief, there is no way out
Of our breed, our breed to exist
Our image formed by our conceptions
In the past -- simple origin to wipe out

The ideal mankind, a try that could fail
Cause the extinction of mankind still creeps
onward! For vast dismembering no rescue
Physical mutations -- a dreadful art

An insane philosophy of a thing that should not be
Genetical changes a kind of playing god
To strive the Model Man, is part of a condemn plan

Extinction of mankind
Overestimation of a dying race
Extinction of mankind
Was written for these who will fail

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