The wheels of this machine will continue to roll forward
Because individual choice is but illusion and farce
Reality is subjective, there is no truth
We are pressing feet into a soil that will never leave a trace
Bring nothing. Take nothing
Born as sheep. Die as sheep
You are trapped by the world
That has surrounded and engulfed you
We are cogs in this beast until the day we rot
It's a grid of ma** delusion that you'll never escape
We are pressing feet into a soil that will never leave a trace
Born as sheep. We die as sheep