Orphans of Living

Signals received
The parasite awakes, in a feeble mind
Devil sat on his shoulder
Took over the reins
The now fumble guiding a carrion
Toy soldiers, they walk among us
Activated tools of the trade
Engineered rather than born
With rage inoculated
All life is fair game

Triggered by the new game
The cause is a fake but now
The weapons are for real
Raus, raus, raus
Heard a click, then vaporised in pink mist

Mutilated faces beckoning
Mutilated faces beckoning

One at war against the multitude,
(Engineer) rather than born
Tearless eyes whipped by sand
(Programmed) rather than raised
Sleepless children run across (the ravaged lands)
With the serene confidence of the invincible