Born in dirt
Burrow down, and as you dig towards the bottom
Know it's only getting worse from here

The fear takes hold, as you meet the empty stares of the cattle by your side
Livestock, bred for consumption

We were wrong
And this is the terror...this it, isn't it?
Hopelessly grasping at straws without substance
The vain hopes of this speck of dust

The masters who bind you, the bastards they lead
Holding you down
Their knives, and their teeth and the stench of disease
Bleeding you, killing you

No time for sleep
Burrow down, dig faster little maggot
If not, the eye will see...
The fear takes hold, as you meet the empty stares of the cattle by your side
Livestock, bred for consumption

Their cold hands
Killing...bleeding you
They own you, and everything you'll ever have is theirs to take

They tell you to smile
To laugh while they're strangling you, bleeding you dry
Smile! Aren't you thankful we whipped you? Aren't you happy to die?
Souls defiled, dead alive

Humanity is inhumane
Absurd, grotesque existence
Insanity is to be sane
Souls defiled, dead alive

Through the bottomless pit
We exist to be broken
Neverending defeat, at the hands of a lingering shadow
As your face hits concrete, know it was always too late

On your feet, to the end of the tunnel
Where no light awaits...

Another mangled carcass
Another body for the pile
Another meaningless, swiftly forgotten corpse
Just more dirt in the ground