I don't belong here Not in this atmosphere Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye The human race Sick of running Started with a kick and a punch A claw to the face

And I’ll never lose And I choose to survive Whatever it takes You won’t pull ahead And I’ll reveal my strength To the whole human race

And I choose to survive Whatever it takes I’ll keep up the pace And I’ll reveal my strength To the whole human race Yes I’m gonna win Race, life’s a race And I am gonna win Yes, I am gonna win

The wind of life and air from above smells of death. Angels sing of the end. Nothing you say and nothing you try can change time. Human race prepares to die

Every Step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away : Why? Perfect is the race you dream Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery,

Children of the beast embrace To scorn and hate the human race Consume the light that hugs the earth And aid the womb in giving birth To a group that will appear And guide you through this final year The dark armies then will come When the Sum is 41

Children of the beast embrace, to scorn and hate the human race. Consume the light that hugs the earth, and aid the womb in giving birth...to a group that will appear and guide you through this final year. The dark armies then will come, when the Sum is

I am machine I never sleep A part of me Wishes I could just feel something I wish I knew what it was like I keep my eyes wide open Until I fix what's broken Here's to being human All the pain and suffering

I shall be the last among thee Great in power Thus call'st me almighty In not be first archangel "We would like to see most of the human race killed off Because it is unworthy, it is unworthy of the gift of live" Been haunted be the paws of fear And felt

Every Step you take is to the end Chaos, duplicate the human slaves Mother Nature so far away : Why? Perfect is the race you dream Right now, I make my choice Perfection you fake is not The soul, not a genetic code You fools, you ignoramuses Hatchery,