
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Cradle Will Fall |
A species in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy, |
This 'naked ape' believes itself divine. |
Assured of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality, |
The first words that it speaks--«This world is mine.» |
But the time has come for us to realise, |
That the animal instincts we deeply despise-- |
Are far more civilised than humanity. |
Mankind has lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees, |
But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling on our knees. |
I hope I never live to see the 'perfect' world you crave, |
Where ambition is the burden we shall carry to our graves. |
We think that we are so superior--for in God’s image we were made, |
All other life we deem inferior--there to exploit, kill or enslave |
No amount of remonstration could ever show a mind so small |
That it is not 'the be and end all.' |
Into the future we race driven on by our greed, |
Like rats in a maze we will never be free. |
Science is the 'new-religion'--scaples slash dissecting truth and reason, |
Behind locked doors where no-one sees. |
Down evolution’s one way street mankind pursues his dream, |
Of a race conceived in test tubes with the same designer genes, |
But like a child who tries to run before it learns to crawl-- |
He’ll go crying to his 'Mother' when he sees the cradle fall. |
I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine, |
With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream. |
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature’s pride and joy, |
Taking all the world will give me--what it won’t I shall destroy. |
In our hearts we yearn to be immortal--conquer all sickness and disease, |
Create a world where even death’s not fatal--then we can shape our destinies. |
A populace of plastic people live genetically pre-programmed lives--and no-one |
Laughs and no-one cries. |
Blinded by science the masses are duped and deceived, |
By the faces that smile from their colour T.V.s. |
They’ll steal your dreams--remove them surgically (but leave you scars so deep |
And lasting), |
God is dead man has surpassed him. |
Like children in our playground--we contrive such foolish games, |
But fail to see the consequence of suicidal aims. |
No matter how we bend the rules there’s no way we can win, |
Not even pleading Ignorance will vindicate our sins. |
I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine, |
With the power at my fingertips to realise my dream. |
Homo-sapiens--the 'master-race,' Nature’s pride and joy, |
Taking all the world will give me--what it won’t I shall destroy. |
Mankind a babe-in-arms, |
Believes he’s come of age-- |
And reaches for the stars, |
With one foot in the grave. |
I am human--I was made to be the ultimate machine, |
I am human--I have the power to realise my dream. |
I am human--an automaton--a mindless 'technoslave,' |
I am human--I am servant to the monsters I have made. |
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