| Song | God Is An Automaton |
| Artist | Sybreed |
| Album | God Is An Automation |
| We were blind and we couldn’t conceive the color of blood | |
| This crimson flood soaking the ground | |
| We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us | |
| You then exclaim “where is God now?” | |
| Chorus: | |
| You ask me “why do we forever feast on pain | |
| And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? | |
| The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained | |
| For this, should we blame our Maker?” | |
| The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one | |
| Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways | |
| In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper | |
| And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins | |
| Primitive we remain | |
| We were devised to enjoy trials | |
| The choice has never been ours | |
| We are inclined to violence | |
| Repeat Chorus |
| We were blind and we couldn' t conceive the color of blood | |
| This crimson flood soaking the ground | |
| We stare in shock as the world unveils its true features to us | |
| You then exclaim " where is God now?" | |
| Chorus: | |
| You ask me " why do we forever feast on pain | |
| And act like mindless fiends programmed for boundless rage? | |
| The carnage never cease, the poison is never drained | |
| For this, should we blame our Maker?" | |
| The virtuous dies as well as the sinful one | |
| Death strikes all life, blind in its random ways | |
| In essence, we contradict the conception of a watchful shaper | |
| And still we consider being observed and judged for our sins | |
| Primitive we remain | |
| We were devised to enjoy trials | |
| The choice has never been ours | |
| We are inclined to violence | |
| Repeat Chorus |