The Soulflesh Industries

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 !?