The filth of our underlings 

Shall never nourish me completely 



Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing 

Force feed the piety that humans are bleeding 

Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting 

Nourishing off the fat of our rendering 



Hail to our underlings 

Our destinies embraced 

Surrender unto abysmal weight 

Hail to our underlings 

Toiling away 

Collapsing into a servile state 



Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing 

Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing 

Hang nerves out to dry to dampen the feeling 

Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding 



Hail to our underlings 

Who knows not to fight 

Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light 



The filth of our underlings 

Shall never nourish me completely