| Song | Manufactured Humanity |
| Artist | Abysmal Dawn |
| Album | Leveling the Plane of Existence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They come to steal my soul | |
| For this shell in their control | |
| I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
| Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
| My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
| Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
| Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Artificially grown | |
| Manufactured humanity | |
| We're genetically cloned | |
| It's eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
| A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
| I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
| The secrets of the soul | |
| Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
| Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
| The essence of which I've learned to hate | |
| In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
| Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
| Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
| Insanity – mentally deconstructed | |
| [Chorus] |
| They come to steal my soul | |
| For this shell in their control | |
| I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
| Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
| My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
| Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
| Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
| Chorus: | |
| Artificially grown | |
| Manufactured humanity | |
| We' re genetically cloned | |
| It' s eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
| A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
| I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
| The secrets of the soul | |
| Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
| Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
| The essence of which I' ve learned to hate | |
| In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
| Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
| Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
| Insanity mentally deconstructed | |
| Chorus |
| They come to steal my soul | |
| For this shell in their control | |
| I look into darkness that stress back at me | |
| Trapped in this cell I long to be free | |
| My mind tortured day and night as I choke back a cry | |
| Condemned to observation with this cloned form of life | |
| Baring my resemblance I want him to die | |
| Chorus: | |
| Artificially grown | |
| Manufactured humanity | |
| We' re genetically cloned | |
| It' s eyes now seem to look with a gaze made of stone | |
| A morbid fascination to reap what they have sown | |
| I murder this reflection this reflection so that I stand alone | |
| The secrets of the soul | |
| Unlocked as my sanity unfolds | |
| Watch as this false form of life seems to fade | |
| The essence of which I' ve learned to hate | |
| In secrecy carried out experimentation | |
| Horrific dream from which I cannot awaken | |
| Heartless being soulless incarnation | |
| Insanity mentally deconstructed | |
| Chorus |