The Factory

Here in the factory, you feel nothing
Except pain and fear and everything and nothing
The peasants and the parties and the gods don't know
About the clowns who run this show

The sickness will soon over-run you
It'll push and pull and claw into you
A beautiful ritual to bind us by blood
And enough drugs to turn your mind into mud

Feel their machinery drain you of emotion
Let them make you drink their magic potion
Watching your soul get ripped and torn
They say it's your fault; you were born

Welcome to the factory

-SD=Anarchy