Lyrics:

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