[00:00.00] 作词 : Cannavino, Ellsworth, Falck ...
[00:49.92]Nailed to the cross by just words
[00:52.02]Crucifixion complete
[00:52.68]Close enough to the fire
[00:53.13]To feel temptation's heat
[00:59.40]It's gone away to taste the ground
[01:00.30]Replaced by the incessant sound of fear
[01:17.73]There's a ring in my ears
[01:25.23]I'm bleeding from my heart
[01:25.80]Far away from love
[01:29.01]The execution starts
[01:29.85]Made us what we are today
[01:37.65]A lonely pile of disarray
[01:42.00]We are the children of a new regime
[01:49.26]We are the children of a new machine
[01:50.34]Mass production, thought controlled
[02:56.19]No, I never knew my heart
[03:02.64]No, never knew the love
[03:03.15]That made them fall apart
[03:06.48]It's gone away to taste the ground
[03:10.89]Replaced by the incessant sound we hear
[03:13.05]We are the children of a new regime
[03:14.22]We are the children of a new machine
[03:15.21]We are the children of a new regime
[03:16.20]We are the children of a new machine
[03:19.23]We are the children
[03:19.77]Ya, the children
[03:20.79]What of the children?
[03:21.36]We are the children of a new regime
[03:27.21]What of the children?
[03:27.69]We are the children of the new machine
[03:28.98]What children?
[03:34.26]The children
[03:35.10]What of the children?
[03:35.58]The children of the new machine
[03:40.98]We are the children of the new machine
[03:42.00]What of the children?
[03:47.46]We are the children of the new machine
[03:48.27]The machine, the machine
[03:52.83]The machine, the machine
[03:53.25]The machine, the machine
[03:57.15]We areWe are

作词 : Cannavino, Ellsworth, Falck ...
Nailed to the cross by just words
Crucifixion complete
Close enough to the fire
To feel temptation's heat
It's gone away to taste the ground
Replaced by the incessant sound of fear
There's a ring in my ears
I'm bleeding from my heart
Far away from love
The execution starts
Made us what we are today
A lonely pile of disarray
We are the children of a new regime
We are the children of a new machine
Mass production, thought controlled
No, I never knew my heart
No, never knew the love
That made them fall apart
It's gone away to taste the ground
Replaced by the incessant sound we hear
We are the children of a new regime
We are the children of a new machine
We are the children of a new regime
We are the children of a new machine
We are the children
Ya, the children
What of the children?
We are the children of a new regime
What of the children?
We are the children of the new machine
What children?
The children
What of the children?
The children of the new machine
We are the children of the new machine
What of the children?
We are the children of the new machine
The machine, the machine
The machine, the machine
The machine, the machine
We areWe are