Come to me you willing ones
Blind and sick on rotten meal
One by one like fatting cows
Snap you jump and blink, you yield
The good will not be cloned
But you are made
By the wheels that turn
The good will not be cloned
You know in time you will
Be found and revealed
Keep the bleeding sheep in count
You're all numbered ounce by ounce
No trace of nobility
Us poor starve on crumbs you leave
The good will not be cloned
But you are made
By the wheels that turn
The good will not be cloned
You know in time you will
Be found and revealed
A decade of being forgotten
A decade of being forgotten
No more, no more
No more being forgotten
No more being forgotten