the world came into existance and there arose a builder his will was like water his hands were of iron and built a grand factory where all his children would born and become enslaved
lies are born and soldiers forged recruitments of reassurance whores its here we are made in my factory poisoned with theistic plague awaiting still their judgement day its here we are made in my factory
the vicar sees them on their knees praying to a nothing and their labor fuels his will to spread his love for us all but no they always say no needles on the floor unlock the door to obedience now spread his love for us all
these lies have been born these soldiers are forged these battalions of manniquins cannot be ignored its here we are made in my factory the jesuit cried their potential then died and everything that followed is my beautiful crime its here the faithful prayed in my factory
in these cyclic minds come hate to call me reprobate but theyre always late its already done manufacture malevolence and the cycle of hate comes full circle
lies are born and soldiers forged recruitments of reassurance whores its here they are made in my factory poisoned with theistic plague awaiting still their judgement day its here they are made in my factory
wove to serve the sinner king and any blight that he may bring its here you were made in my factory