[1] He's got blood shot eyes

Skin like wax

He's malding them like clay

Twisting their souls

Aimed and giting deep

Voracious

Fragile minds

He rips them apart

He faints their conscience

We are more than just conditiened apes

He breakes the proud one's will

Now we've got the chance to break our chains

He stools their purpose

We are more so face the fucking truth

You're just machines

He's in service

Of something strange

Something untomed

That won't be denied

Reaping health

He stirs the crowd

Making them believe

His prophecy

[2] That's folic you've machines

Nothing but fucking machines

You can't be anything, but what you are

And that's a goddamned machines

You are a goddamned machines

He faints their ...

He's in service

You are machines

You've done if you don't get into it