Is this what we are?

Have we gone too far?

Machines making views

Pursue the new view of you



From the very start

Born to play the part

To fit this old mold

Jah God father



Chorus

Trapped within a growing need

To step outside these bounds

Create my own religion

Walk my own sacred grounds

All our lives we're trained to think

Like generations passed

To thy ownself be true, be new



Fear of God punched in

Programmed not to sin

World that feeds on hate

How can we relate?



Instrumental



Chorus



Mechanized belief

2000 years of grief

The new age has come

The return of the sun



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