Skidding in masses of hungry scavenging monstrosities, the rats sew themselves to the machine.
Embedding.
Becoming one with the corrosive steel and plunging down the earth with black lungs.
lyrics
Part mind part Truth distorted
Creation on abstract foundations
Of Man and Man
Managing themselves
Tearing, Bones and Nerves
Quick to turn on the hand that doesn't feel
For rats are only tame in prosperity
I'll run faster than lightning can catch me
The golden-dressed field can't be worn no more
And I'll feed, I'll feed on your dreams
Those severed heads
Can't roll forever
And I want to feel the red tide again
In its Feeding Frenzy
As I will turn again on you
Who stood apart
Knitting Fields of Gold
I Broke the Crown, I was given a Flag to bear
Made by a thousand fingers
This march
Bearing arms, weary and fatigued
I will reorganize the world on principles of material Enlightment
That's how it is meant to be
Concentrate more and more
In empty dorms
Where they'll go feed the Machine
Living broken on the Machine x2
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