[Music: Jesse Pintado]
[Lyrics: Barney Greenway]
Artificial for these strictly conscious times.
Organic prothesis
with a view to paying in kind.
To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends.
Strung up, disemboweled right out of the
pen.
So unbeknowing in their anonimity.
'Cause when you're marked for death,
ears switch off to the screams.
Primal
urges.
Blindly cull, tear and chew.
Remember - Don't scorn what God gave to you.
What God gave to you.
Reverting,
technologically advanced
yet bloodily we regress.
Reversal - Looking forward to a pressure bolt
through the
head?
Numbness - second only to dumbness.
Sure, they don't feel a thing!
Travesty.
Communication block ensures no
further usage.
Travesty.
Travesty.
Travesty.