Nostra Culpa 가사

In the age of reason equations will be used, To conclude that we don't need our souls anymore. We mourn humanity in the name of progression. We cling to answers and abandon the questions. We stand tall, with our heels to the neck of creation, A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves, A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves. If we believe the sun is our design, if we believe we put the clouds up in the sky, if we believe that God's eyes are blind, if we believe, this is deicide. We are cold steel machinery. We stand tall, with our heels to the neck of creation, A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves, A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves. We've sacrificed purity to create a machine that breaths.