We hear and we obey
We need food to slate
This hunger inside
An emptiness
Inside all of us
We long to slay them
The human population
Our docile sheep
We are driven, driven
To eat living flesh
And so feed a need
Equal for humans
In taking a breath
Tell us oh master
What are we to do
So we might bring
The end to this scene
To enter the tomb
To draw our world
All of modernity
Must fall, must die
Falling, driven
Into violent doom
