Innocence enters the machine wheels endlessly turn another twisted perverted formula another dull unconscious shell expunged a wolrd of possibilities reduced to a mound of flesh decorated with abhorrence for every single shred of truth No directions given no decisions made we diligently flow from production plant to termination what lies in between machines and wheels and probing eyes and nothing that we feel why can't you see beyond the clouds? Working against itself this flowing carbon stream turns into a flood drowning all without compa**ion to fight this rising flood a sharp mind carving through the ma** innocence A world of possibilities reduced to a mount of flesh Working tired against itself this flowing carbon stream do flood the way! Drowning all without remorse