Cells within the flesh, gears within the mind Illusions, lies Lost in the factory of mechanical perception Into the dimension of infected reproduction Buried under faded faces, into dust Blind and consumed Each on his assembly blood-line A ritual, to the eternity of an old Grey machinery Feasting on our rotting bodies Infected lungs, brains captivated Illness, lies, venom, anemia Icons of a new perfection, walking dead Blind and consumed Each on his assembly blood-line Hollow replicas of an old Grey machinery Feasting on our rotting bodies Infected lungs, brains captivated Illness, lies, venom, anemia Lost in the factory of impersonal mutation With no consciousness of a human connotation Brainless, dumbness, lifeless Each on his assembly blood-line Pleased to feed an old Grey machinery Feasting on our rotting bodies Infected lungs, brains captivated Illness, lies, venom and anemia