Sucked in/eaten alive,
Our identity undergoing a metamorphasis,
Not by choice.
We are products going through a machine,
in repair/Being serviced
Lying naked on a bloody convier belt,
dragging our corpses through the hallways
with fingernails on the floor,
And an eyeball out of it’s socket,
watching us.
Doors that lead to execution chambers/
Torture rooms/
where they brainwash us
where they opress us
where they beat confessions out of us,
with the american flag and fascist agendas.
Working long hours with empty wallets
Communist clothes/communist ideologies.
the machine made us dependent.
The machine gave us hatred,
Someone to shove.
fuck the machine.
to them we are extendable/replacable
Another cog in the machine,
And after four years,
They declare us totaled;
and we are spit back into the world