Unified in blandness, standardized to "normality" Nothingness embodied in a perfect form of human zombies Compulsively consuming The machine is running, can't stop the madness You're bloated and flooded The brain stays dormant though the body's acting Enraged beyond belief - it's the cross I'll gladly bear I think I'm going hatebound... Three pounds of shit in your skull, you can't control what is not My hand it grabs you tight by the throat I'll squeeze out every last breath from this hollow flesh That should have never been fucking born From escapism to the carnage From the putrid temples to the pyres The modern age crusade, strike of devastation Tonight after sundown we'll raise our torches high Without a tear, without a frown burn this place to the ground Three pounds of hate in my skull, can't control what I loathe It dwells so deep inside Only the dead have seen the end of war And many shall see it soon To rubble they will turn, in fiery inferno burn