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