Generation doom. Bound bionic slaves. Can’t break the mechanical chains. Generation doom. Eviscerated womb. Created life we traded for inner hatred. Generation doom. A nation of mutation. In separation of humanity from nature. Speak the truth and break the noose. I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to lose. So will you find the strength to fight? Or will you pay the price? Strike the match and light the fuse. I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to ever live a lie for anybody, or for any money. Give me the truth. We were sold flesh for steel and chrome. Will we crack the code? Before our souls corrode? We have to make our own way. Stuck in the game. Metal machines will betray. Blood is the bond that remains. Fight the decay. Generation Doom. Our bodies torn in two. Our god is carbon copies. Synthetic armies. Generation doom. The faceless war now rages in devastation. Our return to the dark ages. You woke a sleeping giant. We will not go silent. The cornered animal is the most violent. Fucking riot! We will make them pay. Karma in spades. Digging their graves–we’ll make them pay– for rotting our brains, and the blood they shed. We’ll make them pay.