Lower World

You are machine blissful and grand Nothing more and nothing to us Writhe below in stagnant exhaust As we breathe in the light of god Engines scream like steel horse Of dying cavalry weaker than the last The famine of existence Devours us, all the same Humani generis machinas, operari simul Et mortuus solus Humani generis machinas, operari simul Et mortuus solus Know your place in the grand machine Know your place Beg me no more, worthless machine I have everything and nothing to give No nothing to give nothing to give Nothing no nothing