Leaves that burn under the sparks of crystal waters,
Rotten by the ones with a goal that's not allowed
Human clones wander, carved-eyed spirits with no expression
Fed only with sterile aseptic mixtures
Empty looks that know nothing only mist in their eyes
Clonation, reproduction, Genocide, suicide
Research, speculation, creation, destruction
Silent experiments and invisible clouds move like ancestral ghosts
Through the paths of men, followed by a synthetic aura
Their eyes stare where everything has the dimension of nothing, tear their flesh,
Stick their syringes where live flows,
Saw tissues to create their race of automa, their own destruction
Delirium of power, spawning from the ambition of eternity,
Fed by science, manipulated by mindless brains,
Operating like cold Automa in the name of their own God,
In the name of their own being