Organized machinery to feed of the unfortunate No mercy, no thought, blame is on the ones who suffer Out from sight, out of mind, keep on grinding Don't lose sleep, you haven't done anything wrong Ants marching with lines perfectly in check Marching to a beat with no-one in charge Do not reorganize, do not think March to the beat with yourself in mind Close-minded and ill-suited a cancer to the planet We have gone too far, too far from the truth You'll need to sleep, you'll need to kill You'll need to regress, you'll need to follow Sleep, kill and follow you mindless fools You think you are just in a waiting room Ready to be taken up to the heavens Like your life really weighed something Close-minded and ill-suited a cancer to the planet We have gone too far, too far from the truth You'll need to sleep, you'll need to kill You'll need to regress, you'll need to follow