Generation 217

Born from the flames of war
Raised from the ashes of fallen
The perfect war machine
The union of a flesh steel

Torn apart from the inside
Veins are full of the acid
I feel it pumping through my heart
Disconnected from my life
Last of what’s me is slowly
Decaying into nothingness

Bred to be the slaves
Of the machines
The ruthless calculation
Destroy the weak
We are what they seek
Veil of the darkness
Falls down me
We are alive

Torn away from our past lives
Memories burn and I laugh
I see the flames rising high
Something inside me now dies
The last bits of me fading now
I give myself to Lord of Pain

Born from the flames of war

Brothers and sisters, now
Of my generation
Bred to be the slaves
Of the machines
The ruthless calculation
Destroy the weak
We are what they seek
Veil of the darkness
Falls down me
We are alive

Remember us the way we were
Before they came and took us from your arms
Remember us the way we were
Generation 217 lives on

Brothers and sisters, now
Of my generation
Bred to be the slaves
Of the machines
The ruthless calculation
Destroy the weak
We are what they seek
Veil of the darkness
Falls down me
We’re the machines