Never bite the hand that always winding us clockwise

Clockwork Knights, embrace your purpose, corpses in disguise

Say the words of no importance, dwell in fog of war

We have nothing else to offer, killing more and more

Swell

You are repulsed by the look of me

Sea of limbs detached from the gears

I am greased up with ancient trees

That will turn one million years

Pain avoidance not prepared for dances on one leg

End of times, act nice to serve the monster of free trade

Train yourself to have no morals, force the pain within

Or stay calm like brainless zombie, buy another gear

I'm too disgusting, now look at you

Iron beams supporting raw meat

Never knew what turning to

Gonna say "I am an adult"