I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin This feeling is far too comforting The universe's largest assembly line working subconsciously towards the goal of global genocide Will we ever have a chance to look back and laugh? As a human I have succeeded in etching my own notch from the planet's scum and failed in my effort for concern As individual units we are the gears, the lubricants, the cables As one we are the genocide machine This feeling is far too comforting Burn in soothing satisfaction Burn in comfort Burn the genocide machine