Turn

the

land.

Sow

the

seed

of

our

de-

struc-

tion.

Force

the

hand.

Spin

the

wheels

of

our

cor-

rup-

tion.

Quench

the

thirst.

Starve

the

fe-

ver.

Taste

the

har-

vest.

With

no-

thing

left

to

feed

the

com-

bines

we

move

on

to

a

hu-

man

tar-

get.

Ra-

ven-

ous.

Choke

down

the

bones

of

all

be-

low.

Un-

ho-

ly

ma-

so-

chists.

Feed-

ing

on

the

weak,

pop-

u-

la-

tion

con-

trol.

They

will

de-

vo-

ur

us.

Ex-

cess

con-

sump-

tion,

life

re-

duc-

tion.

We're

so

cow-

ard-

ice.

We

want

the

kill,

but

we

won't

pull

the

trig-

ger.

Dig

the

holes,

o-

pen

the

caves.

Pi-

le

the

bro-

dies

in

an

un-

marked

grave.

The

gears

in

mo-

tion,

hu-

man-

i-

ty

is

fro-

zen.

The

fear

is

in

the

eyes

of

the

vic-

tims

we

have

cho-

sen.

To

suf-

fer

at

the

hands

of

man.

To

wi-

ther

in

the

heart

of

the

waste-

land.

Trem-

ble,

fall

to

your

knees.

Col-

lapse

from

the

weight,

tram-

pled

be-

neath.

Ma-

chi-

ne-

ry,

sur-

gi-

cal

pre-

ci-

sion.

La-

ce-

rate

the

limbs

of

the

poo-

rest

of

the

child-

ren.

Watch

them

scat-

ter

through

the

fields

of

de-

par-

ted,

and

take

aim

at

your

prey,

hu-

man-

tar-

get.

Life

in

the

cross-

hairs,

kill

to

sur-

vive.

Life

in

the

cross-

hairs,

swal-

low

the

lie.

Life

in

the

cross-

hairs,

blood

in

your

eyes.

Blood

in

our

eyes,

swal-

low

the

lie,

kill

to

sur-

vive.

Take

aim

at

the

hu-

man

tar-

get.

Ra-

ven-

ous.

Choke

down

the

bones

of

all

be-

low.

Un-

ho-

ly

ma-

so-

chists.

Feed-

ing

on

the

weak,

pop-

u-

la-

tion

con-

trol.

They

will

de-

vo-

ur

us.

Ex-

cess

con-

sump-

tion,

life

re-

duc-

tion.

We're

so

cow-

ard-

ice.

We

want

the

kill,

but

we

won't

pull

the

trig-

ger.

In-

sa-

ni-

ty,

far

be-

yond

re-

mis-

sion.

Sac-

ri-

fice

the

souls

for

the

spoi-

ls

of

at-

tri-

tion.

Scat-

ter

the

ash-

es

of

the

in-

no-

cent

de-

par-

ted,

and

take

aim

at

your

prey,

hu-

man

tar-

get.

Blood

in

our

eyes.

Blood

in

our

eyes.

Kill

or

be

killed.

If

you

won't

pull

the

trig-

ger,

then

they

fuck-

ing

will.

Eve-

ry-

one

is

a

fuck-

ing

tar-

get.

Eve-

ry-

one

is

a

fuck-

ing

tar-

get.

Eve-

ry-

one

is

a

fuck-

ing

tar-

get.

Kill

to

sur-

vive.

Kill

to

sur-

vive.