Wheels of Mastication

The orifice of emotional restraint
The spot where they want you to die
A slow death, withering away
A coffin to put out the whiffs of life

The torture of cubicle death
Whispering voices in your head
Masters compressing your chest
A servant you will be until you’re dead

Feel the wheels of mastication
Grind you to annihilation
Feel the wheels of mastication

Vultures of the shimmering green
Conductors of hustle and toil
Shackle the obese and obscene
Pressure the blood until it boils
Complex of corpses conceived
A labyrinth of lingering death
Funeral for the freedom of man
Chains that rid you of your breath

Enter the undead
Feeble wills of God’s creation

Feel the wheels of mastication
Testament to your damnation
Feel the wheels of mastication

Tamed, drained of all life
Churned in the chambers within
Feel the agonizing pain
As your skin is ripped off your limbs

Enter the undead
Feeble wills of God’s creation
Feel the wheels of mastication