Testo Automated Sacrifice

To remind you I will bathe you in the dirt.
Connect to earth again.
Find what’s lost within.
All the data in the world cannot replace
the toxic Fatal hole
the disease taken hold in your heart.

So tell me do you feel alive Show me an example
A feeling, not a date in time.
Our lives are embroiled in code
A crutch for our weakness
Escaping from the truth.
That were dying out
That We're in the shit
We produced back then
And producing here.
The Fatal stagnation
Of civilization.
The ritual is constant collapse
The harvest is near
It's in our past
The ritual is constant collapse The blood is spilt it's on your hands.
A willing meal
Is an elegant kill
To watch your prey walk onto the plate.
Is no bigger thrill
We are the prize trophy
Decorations to the elite
For their eyes only
As we bow to their feet.
We are the prize trophy
Decorations to the elite
For their eyes only
As we bow to their feet.
We linked ourselves up without
Thinking.
Automated sacrifice.