Con-

sumed,

Do

I

feel

the

ra-

ge?

Grow-

ing

in-

side

me,

A

fear

I

can

not

con-

tai-

n.

At

war

with

an

e-

ne-

my,

Who

does

not

rest,

Who

will

ne-

ver

re-

lent.

This

ci-

ty,

these

life-

less

ca-

ta-

combs

Our

tombs

they

have

be-

co-

me.

Bu-

ried

a-

li-

ve

and

bu-

rned,

Ne-

ver

to

re-

tu-

rn.

To

re-

tu-

rn

Straight

to

the

ma-

sses,

Trapped

bet-

ween

by

vi-

cious

minds?

I

let

them

tea-

r,

tear

a-

way

e-

very-

thing

in-

side.

Strip

a-

way;

from

hu-

ma-

ni-

ty,

Frac-

ture

my

i-

den-

ti-

ty,

Sa-

cri-

fice

my

in-

teg-

ri-

ty.

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth

of

a

com-

bine

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth

of

a

com-

bine

At

war,

with

an

e-

ne-

my,

Who

does

not

rest,

who

will

ne-

ver

re-

lent.

At

war,

with

an

e-

ne-

my,

Who

does

not

rest

who

will

ne-

ver…

Sleep

walk

our

lives

a-

way,

In

search

of

sha-

llow

graves.

Sleep

walk

our

lives

a-

wa-

y.

Lost

souls!

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth

of

a

com-

bine

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth

of

a

com-

bine

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth

of

a

com-

bine

Just

put

us

through

the

teeth.

Con-

sumed

do

I

feel

the

ra-

ge,

Grow-

ing

in-

side

me,

I

will

not

con-

tai-

n,

And

I

have

got

to

ques-

tion

e-

very

truth

I

know.

Not

one

more

step

In

the

name

of

pro-

gress,

In

the

name

of

blind

am-

bi-

tion.

Not

one

more

step

In

the

name

of

pro-

gress,

In

the

name

of

blind

am-

bi-

tion.

How

the

fuck

am

I

sup-

posed

to

fee-

l,

When

e-

very-

thing

I

kno-

w,

Has

bro-

ken

in

my

fate.