Get in line, one by one 

One after the other 

We are playing the robot game 

I have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself 

Where is there a place that shuns away 

Those That Have not seen the light 

A place where there is only truth and no other is looked upon 

Here it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves 

We throw our intellect to waste 

Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth 

Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth 

Breathe for a second 

Breathe for a second 

Breathe for a second 

Breathe for a second 

Tortured beings are more likely to burn 

We are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shit 

Murder the faithful 

Pillage the village 

And sacrifice their heads to me 

Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm 

Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children 

Sped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten good 

Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm 

Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children 

Tortured beings are more likely to burn 

Breathe for a second