if you want a vision of the future

imagine a boot standing on a human face



speed is our god

speed: 'the new cannon of beauty'



caught in static ecstasy

we climb...

keep moving onward

keep moving forward

keep moving onward

down

ideas left in torment

ideals left to drown



stuck in the factory 



growth is our motto

why? the answer's in productivity

gotta give up whats mine

gotta fall into line

confused, pathetic and manic

splinter and entirety

spear-like shard

breaking hard

we should be breaking you



stuck in the factory