P.L.F. - Fatal Confusion lyrics

A small misstep, leg crashing through Cleaved in half as the steam line breaks The wrench slips, crossing phase to phase ...arc blast, molten metal Blows your torso through Toeboard kicks up, 90 feet drop Into the yawning separator's blades When they swept you off of the furnace's walls They had to I.D. you by your keyring Your final face, a mask of shock ...not even enough time to whimper Your cranium caves in with an awful sound The result of your fatal confusion The doors to the factory, locked from the outside ...the burning stench of the seamstress's flesh Unsteady hands on the cutting torch Cut the piece of angle, three fingers, too Didn't see the windsock blow ...chlorine gas fills your lungs "That rigging's seen better days" Smashed prostrate by eighteen tons