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