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