The gears are greased with the blood of millions
We are the engine of this omnicide machine
Start to dig your teeth into the gaping wound
And paint the shores in tombstone black
We push the nails of anthropocentrism into our eyes-
Into our eyes. We starting to push the nails of ignorance
Into our eyes as the march towards sheol's throat goes on
Concrete caskets- Concrete caskets grow like tumours
Blinding our ideology; Grow like Tumours
Concrete caskets- Concrete caskets obscure the stars
Blinding our ideology- Obscure the stars
This Planet is a breathing, a breathing grave, for us all
The apparatus stops at nothing
It will lead us straight onward to nothing
Cosmos is a self correcting algorithm
Our arrogance can only be outmatched by insignificance
Like a grain of sand we are lost in this demiurgically machinery
We will perish shrouded in foul waters
Choking and smeared with oil around us
Bones merge with plastic beneath filth and debris
Can you still carry the crown of creation ?
Cosmos is a self correcting algorithm