"Me, I service the Machinery of Death, so that people can eat

If that makes me evil, then so be it

Spend any amount of time around people, you get your heart broke

Treachery, hypocrisy, promise of love

Look into the mouth of the person, and you'll find lies

Wriggling there like maggots, waiting to grow wings

The world has gone mad

The man could kill from sun up to sunset and still his work would never be done"

Centuries to years, years to months, months to days

Days to hours, days to hours, days to hours, days to hours

Centuries to years, years to months, months to days

Days to hours

Backwards, everything faces backwards