Subgenus lace* A chain-linked fate The bees fly North They can feel the hangman coming Millions of machines Never before seen Unstitched, unraveling Laid to rest in a dying world Oh sister/brother, we're all burning high I see white dust against the sky This genocide rivals Dachau In its endless march of victims They say the meek Shall inherit the earth But all I see are the helpless Crushed by the wheel of man They look away They hide their face Black market backwash You see, in this world, money k**s We're in the shadow of a dying world