Lyrics
What does a megalomaniac who has it all
Crave in his dreams in his sleep
How could he want more than everything?
Does a dream of riches or is it of conquest
The idea of taking it all
In his name, for his greed
As they pull the blindfold over our eyes
We still hear them up in the skies
Dropping fire to scrub the memory of you and me
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end
As we watch then pave our lands
Deforesting the place we called home
Making roads for their vehicles
To transport their economy of wastefulness
Mechanizing
Flattening me
Wrought with disease
Blankets of weeds
Cracking ground beneath our feet
Laying pipe the circuity
Transforming our villages into mechanical digestive systems
Mechanizing
Flattening me
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)
Crave in his dreams in his sleep
How could he want more than everything?
Does a dream of riches or is it of conquest
The idea of taking it all
In his name, for his greed
As they pull the blindfold over our eyes
We still hear them up in the skies
Dropping fire to scrub the memory of you and me
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end
As we watch then pave our lands
Deforesting the place we called home
Making roads for their vehicles
To transport their economy of wastefulness
Mechanizing
Flattening me
Wrought with disease
Blankets of weeds
Cracking ground beneath our feet
Laying pipe the circuity
Transforming our villages into mechanical digestive systems
Mechanizing
Flattening me
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)
We are fed through the conveyor belts of their industry
Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end (our end)