To make a new Gods, of the digital age
We can run faster, jump higher
Turn the next page
We are one giant computer, binary code
We are not made of flesh. Our flesh is not flesh
My Blood is not blood, pure machine
Grey concrete. Dancing metronomicly to the beat
Digital connection, electricity
Internet rejection. How we are perfectly suited to it
We are SUPERSONIC
We are all Gods of the digital age
We are all Gods turning a new page
We are the new Gods (down to the subatomic)
We are made (of explosion and fire)
We are all Gods (on super citadel)
In a digital age
We are SUPERSONIC
We are SUPERSONIC
To make a new Gods, of the digital age
We can run faster, jump higher
Turn the next page
We are one giant computer, binary code
We are not made of flesh. Our flesh is not flesh