The Floor Lyrics


Concealed kill logics

Ragged constructions of liminal space

(Curved path) forced on

(Death March) undone

Blood on the concrete

Per Hour Per Day

The press of the knife

The crushing weight

Ruptured encounters

Degraded and hidden away

Procedural violation

To mechanise the pain

Relentless confinement

Of 55 billion wretched lives

Carcass dismantled

Immeasurable piles of waste