(Composição: Jeff Walker, Bill Steer) Prognathous gears grind So diligent and serrated they mesh Toothed cogs churn So trechant, against soft flesh Worked to the bone Up to the hilt, depredated Raw materialism To stoke the furnaces Toiling, rotting Life slowly slips away Consumed, inhumed In this mechanized corruption line By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised Enslaved to the grind Blood, sweat, toil, tears Arbeit macht frei/fleisch Grave to the grind Inimitable gears twist To churn a living grave Stainless cogs shredding Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail Stripping to the bone Retund mandrels levigate Just raw material Your pound of flesh for the suzerain Toiling, rotting Life slowly dissipates Consumed, inhumed In a corruption line, mechanized By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised A grave to the blind
