A captured soul,
A splintered wrist,
Benign unfolding
Malignant twists.

The mind astray,
The body lusts,
Forgotten ways
Succumb to rust.

Peace, Death, Pain, Rest,
Can't you see it's for the best?

A tortured soul,
A bleeding wrist,
Truth unfolds,
Eternal bliss.

To fire, pray,
In evil, trust,
For all our work
Is found in dust.

Give yourself to the machine
Your flesh will become one
Or join the rest in desperation
Because Misery has won.


Peace, Death, Pain, Rest,
Melt into the machine...