Eight billion people
Wired to the web
Loosing human concense
Step by step
The artifficially created life
A stab in the back
Butchered by our own knife
Eight billion people living
In constant despare
Where is your God
Where is your maker now
He left you
Broken down and paralized
Where is your God
Where is your maker now
He left you
Broken down and paralized
On the top of a silent hill
Mystirious man is standing still
Humming the song of the sickened
A lulliby, a lulliby for the wicked
Where is your God
Where is your maker now
He left you
Broken down and paralized
Where is your God
Where is your maker now
He left you
Eight billion people living
In constant despare