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