Bucaneve biscuit

Molded and baked into a tool

your matter was there, still got shaped as a fool

a grinding gear set to endlessly spin

in this wide ocean of cast iron and steel

set in our place

to be eaten by greed

as oils down our spine

let them cherish their meal.

This is the feast where our destiny lies

wandering helplessly, our only other demise

as rusty dust is setting through time

sparks of revolt are fated to die

in humming affirmations by devoured minds.

Ispirato da
Forgotten (Lost Angels) di Lamb of God