Like a blade in the skull It's fused to the marrow The machines wash the stains from my throat And brand the marks into my already burnt skin Sew the stomach So the eggs won't leak Crush the remaining stillborn Discard the flesh (???) The harvest draws close But how will they find me? I won't leave until my guts are full The fluid that flows through my veins This blade, it just won't dull The soil and the drugs, it's all the same The blood and fangs, rooted in bone Washing over the guard Roaming the plains of sand and salt Another hand tears free But the virus remains The slums mourn at night The sound of terror, the sound of shock The whores now roam, feasting Like a blade in the skull It's fused to the marrow The machines was the stains from my throat And brand the marks into my already burnt skin Sew the stomach So the eggs won't leak Crush the remaining stillborn Discard the flesh The wolves are feeding in masses Birthed straight into the sterile fluid The sun, it sears my eyes My eyes You saw me as a rat Is that the same body I taunted? Here comes the machine