As our flesh is carved into meat
The body has been transformed
Our skin, joints, muscle and fiber
Made into new parts for others
For the use of the currently living
Our former flesh being devoured
Freshly dead we'll be raw material
Our soul ethereal, broken, no longer alive,
The dead have company are not alone
Dwelling in a different plane of existence
As the sacred shadows speak saying to us
You must awaken good people we've watched
As humans began to consume your own
So I said I am so sorry to keep you waiting
Lord Charon, I know your cost
We are gears of a clockwork machine
We are replaceable, unimportant
We'll abort a fetus for convenience
Consume the dead flesh now lost
Soon we will not have a home
As modernity craves our swift death
Know that our time has come
We've developed a hunger for flesh and bone
