Bastards Of The Machine

You can be all you desire
An honest man, a vicious liar
Seek out the Light or seek the Dark
You can honor or desecrate
Sympathize or manipulate
Carved in your flesh, embrace the Mark
Enslaved and hypnotized
Chained to artificial lives
You are the Bastards of the Machine, oh-oh
The Bastards of the Machine
Be a saint for those in need
Or spin them webs of lust and greed
Yeah, you’ve restored my dying faith
With a Kiss of Death, a last farewell
Hand in hand, through the Gates of Hell
You’ll pay the price for the choice you make
I see your demons rise
Deep within your burning eyes
You are the Bastards of the Machine, oh-oh
The Bastards of the Machine
The Bastards of the Machine
Oh, you know that you are!
The Bastards of the Machine, oh!
The Bastards of the Machine
The Bastards of the Machine, oh!
You righteous bastards!