Organized machinery to feed of the unfortunate No mercy, no thought, blame is on the ones who suffer Out from sight, out of mind, keep on grinding Don't lose sleep, you haven't done anything wrong
Ants marching with lines perfectly in check Marching to a beat with no-one in charge Do not reorganize, do not think March to the beat with yourself in mind
Close-minded and ill-suited a cancer to the planet We have gone too far, too far from the truth
You'll need to sleep, you'll need to kill You'll need to regress, you'll need to follow
Sleep, kill and follow you mindless fools You think you are just in a waiting room Ready to be taken up to the heavens Like your life really weighed something
Close-minded and ill-suited a cancer to the planet We have gone too far, too far from the truth
You'll need to sleep, you'll need to kill You'll need to regress, you'll need to follow