et tu growth stunt by blunt force looting
a plot about cameras and guns doing the shooting
up on the hill there's an excuse and a pill
to shield from the will to fill the mill again
waiting for the setting of the dawn of man
shit out the past in the palms of our hands
as the future sees us coming like a train car crash
full of savages satiated by the taste of kin's flesh...
under our clothes we're all naked
yes, we're all connected
by ropes round our necks
no more is life sacred
swinging from the lone limb of the tree of death
there's a look in your eyes
like you're holding your breath
for Deus Ex Machina or a hero to save
but the path through the Occident's
laced with violence and sex
the rest of history's a toilet flush away
so just digest creation while the speakers play,
"All is well in hell so sell yourselves to cells, there's a crack in the Liberty Bell."