Subgenus lace / A chain-linked fate
The bees fly North / They can feel the hangman coming
Millions of machines / Never before seen
Unstitched, unraveling / Laid to rest in a dying world
Oh sister/brother, we're all burning high / I see white dust against the sky
This genocide rivals Dachau / In its endless march of victims
They say the meek / Shall inherit the earth
But all I see are the helpless / Crushed by the wheel of man
They look away
They hide their face
Black market backwash
You see, in this world, money kills
We're in the shadow of a dying world