Prodigious son of technoxication collecting the pieces of victory Yet numbed by the oppression of newly won freedom, left astonished, finally enslaved. Modern age slavery A figure of beauty made to suffocate under the weight of appearance Modern age slaves worship the machine made insanity to shine for grace and glory To defeat a cruel nature but stand up destroyed. You've been blessed by your own shame to drink the blood of the world As a lancet to dissect feelings As the softest hand to strangle That's your freedom: slavery. Prodigious son of technoxication hear the dumb cry of history Echoed the voice of your contradictions left astonished, finally enslaved. Modern Age Slavery A figure of beauty that will suffocate under the weight of appearance Modern Age Slaves worship the machine made insanity to shine but what are you shining for? But what are you living for if your freedom is slavery And Your belief is none?