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Through the filth and riddled ages we travel constantly

Broken bodies twisting

The dance of agony

For those who have succumbed

In the rat race that is life

All used up and discarded

Thrown over to one side

Left to die in the gutter

For them there was no price

Meat for the machine

We feed this burning purgatory

Like fuel for the factories

All through the rotting centuries

Everything remains the same

No change on the horizon

Every riot is subdued

Crushed by the machinery

The fatter it gets the more it wants

The machinery of greed

The grease on the cogs are human lives

The human lives on which it feeds