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)