Gateway - Mechanical Moth

Raised in a world

Of broken minds

In search of destiny

Behind

Fighting with the past

Within the heads

Longing for the memory

Of light

I see the digital grace

Humans own demise

The gateway to hell

Death suits you well

I see the digital grace

Don’t trust yourself

Past becomes future

This worlds face mated

In digital grace

Confused of human lies

Sleeper of their own

Your hands full of chaos

Got a license for denying

Another way of fading

The human race

To a new existence

Digital grace