The one science-fiction song in the catalogue — a perfected master race that finds out what it’s actually made of. Recorded twice, in 1987 and again in 1988.
One dominate race ultimately supreme Controlled living with no threat of war Surgery left to robots — artificial intelligence They conquer disease aging is no more When the truth is revealed the masters are in question Powerful now but what of the future The inner self was lost for an eternal dream The master race is still supreme One of this race discovers the secret His essence is not of creation The shorn limb bears the discovery Surgeons provided for immortality Though I had never seen blood I had studied it so I expected it Natural acceptance of myself is gone A process revealed the surgeons had lied Our flesh and bone has been denied News of the happening spreads through and through The entrance of insanity is now at hand The people test for themselves The truth is too much welcome to bedlam When the truth is revealed the masters are in question Powerful now but what of the future The inner self was lost for an internal dream Which leads to technologies benefit of reason…
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Transcribed as written: straight off the band’s original insert sheet, misspellings and all.
