Lower the blades ten degrees Forty more degrees Forty more degrees At right angles to your mouth
Lower this ten centigrade Ninety centigrade Ninety centigrade Feeds the fuel that feeds the core.
Sound-crack the barrier Fall-from the sky Gage-silence before the impact Flash-blinds your eyes Heat-melt the foundation Burn-your shadow Ash-felt the remains of the sum of all human existence
Caught up in a frenzy like rats crawling on there belly Staying low to the ground to escape the hundred-million K
Reasoning technology has never soothed the taste of ease That's running from our lips to blind us in our greedy eyes
Force us to pave the blind shroud of hell.
This machine was built from the Metal that we scraped After the last world war Hunger for blood During peace time Advance
