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The machine runs on my blood

Thrown in to lubricate the teeth

The machine groans (I feel the curse)

Grind me up just to spit me out

Behold the swine, consuming all that's in its path

Feasting what's left, in this place

Fueling the gears, killing what's left that's in its path

Grotesque and cold, anything goes

Thrown into the belly of the beast

Grind me up and spit me out

We are nothing more

Swine of the Earth

The machine god devours all, rends flesh from bone

The machine god devours all, leaving ruin unknown

Behold the swine, consuming all that's in its path

Feasting what's left, in this place

Fueling the gears, killing what's left that's in its path

Grotesque and cold, anything goes

The machine runs on my soul

Grotesque and cold, monstrous design

Swine of the Earth