Verse
with every tick of the clock
another barricade on the block
everything running out of stock
waiting for that knock
to take us away never to return
k** us with the chemical Burn
waiting for it with every turn
the overseer so stub-urn
with every breathe the feelings of the chemicals
burring into us like moles
feeling naked burning with no clothes
every second a couple new wholes
in our imperfect people of sin
standing in our own skin
waiting for the feelings our turn to spin
being melted in our own sin
Chorus
Evry second another person taken from the chemicals
drained into the wholes
the overseer sittin on his stoles
laughin as we melt out of our clothes
The chemicals seepin into evry one of our poors
Skrewing around with his who*es
all our remains seepin through the floors
every type of chemical enters our blood stream through the our poors