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