Lyrics Feeding the Death Machine - Anaal Nathrakh
In
time
and
motion,
in
lines
and
rows
In
sacred
figures,
to-do
list
grows
Cello
exclusion,
in
feudal
choice
In
complete
absence
of
human
growth
Feeding
the
death
machine
Worshipping
banality
Children
of
the
obscene
Tell
them
that
it's
all
a
game
An
unperson
of
fear
We
vermin
of
the
tears
Castrated
by
events
I'm
just
an
architect
With
facts
and
figures,
in
serried
graves
Accountancy's
care,
paperwork
grows
Playing
for
platforms,
overheard
throes
In
railed
stables,
professional
Feeding
the
death
machine
Worshipping
banality
Children
of
the
obscene
Tell
them
that
it's
all
a
game
An
unperson
of
fear
We
vermin
of
the
tears
Castrated
by
events
I'm
just
an
architect
Feeding
the
death
machine
Worshipping
banality
Spreadsheets
of
the
obscene
It's
just
a
fucking
game
An
unperson
of
fear
(we
are
no
one)
We
vermin
of
the
tears
(and
we
cry)
Castrated
by
events
(in
the
details,
it
makes
sense)
I'm
just
an
architect
(we
just
do
as
we
are
told)
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