The screen shows their bodies in liquid
And they are eager to begin their life
Drained from their cells, they gasp a first breath
Such a sweet smell of blood fills their nostrils
Our master, we are at your command
The pleasure to kill is all yours
Point your finger and just say the word
Your wish is our law, if you say so we'll break the dawn
The CCTV expands the picture
As men in suits all nod and approve
A project coming to fruition
Preparing their first and last mission
The new creations stand to form their lines
War machines to project their power and lies
The blackest of black, a clandestine destiny
Expendable forces of subhuman value
A void of thought (They do not understand)
Exquisite lack of mercy (the reason behind reason)
Assume control of the brave new world
Enforced world where the people are numbers
None would stand up, none would dare to
A megapolis where some are more equal than others