What are you, I say to me
A privileged machine man
In the valley of the ice house
Yeah, joke so old that it is new
'Cause the innocent
They know their place
In this slug motion dinosaur
Skin beating
Heart breathing
Eyes humming
Walls splashing
Blue blood spits
From the butcher boy
Just split the head
And stand back
Out of the chaos comes
A reason whipcord, yeah
Hell on earth
A semi-trane
Expression of pre-occupation
Skin beating
Heart breathing
Eyes splashing
Walls humming
Soul crushing
Soul crushing