It felt like days of sleep Under black sky Dry mouth Lifting eyelid despite hollowness of the heart Time is still running As we feed the machine We slaughter To feed the machine We burn out To feed the machine We reproduce To feed the machine We gorge And feed the machine Slaughter Bombing Milking Staring Vomiting Cancer grows Burns soil and brain As we feed the machine It felt like days of sleep Under a black sky Shimmering mirror of past lives Touch feels cold as lead Breath rips in and out Speech now is no use Sleep gives no relieve Time is still running As we feed the machine Feed (feed) Feed (feed) Slaughter (feed) Bombing (feed) Vomiting (feed) Cancer (feed) Soil (feed) Brain (feed) Feed (the machine)
