The lungs are burning and the
monotonous brain-rape machine
can work again
The drilling, the burning in my skull
I am falling deeper and deeper into a dirty sea of u200bu200bfear
Lined up on iron conveyor belts
Monotonous synchronicity of stomping non-living creatures
Screaming and howling
Threads turn through the flesh
Flashing fountains of high-voltage current
get involved the bloody bodies
You are the cold, the punch, the emptiness
The malice, the abyss
The smell of rusted steel
I lie awake at night and during the day I'm dead
The body has been finished for a long time
The head explodes, the machines stand still
Bones crack
Everything collapses

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