Arbeit Macht Fleisch Songtext / Lyric

Prognathous gears grind

So diligent and

Serrated they mesh

Toothed cogs churn

So trechant

Against soft flesh

Worked to the bone

Up to the hilt

Depredated

Raw materialism

To stoke the furnaces

Toiling, rotting

Life slowly slips away

Consumed, inhumed

In this mechanized

Corruption line

By mincing machinery

Industrialised

Pulped and pulverised

Enslaved to the grind



Blood, sweat, soil, tears

Arbeit macht frei/fleisch



Grave to the grind



Inimitable gears twist

To churn a living grave

Stainless cogs shredding

Scathing pistons

Bludgeon and flail

Stripping to the bone

Retund mandrels levigate

Just raw material

Your pound of flesh

For the suzerain

Toiling, rotting

Life slowly dissipates

Consumed, inhumed

In a corruption line

Mechanized

By mincing machinery

Industrialized

Crunched and brutalised

A grave to the blind