Innocence enters the machine
wheels endlessly turn
another twisted perverted formula
another dull unconscious shell expunged
a wolrd of possibilities
reduced to a mound of flesh
decorated with abhorrence
for every single shred of truth
No directions given
no decisions made
we diligently flow
from production plant to termination
what lies in between
machines and wheels and probing eyes
and nothing that we feel
why can't you see beyond the clouds?
Working against itself
this flowing carbon stream
turns into a flood
drowning all without compa**ion
to fight this rising flood
a sharp mind carving through the ma**
innocence
A world of possibilities
reduced to a mount of flesh
Working tired against itself
this flowing carbon stream
do flood the way!
Drowning all without remorse