Grand Mox Turkin

Today the horde machine went rollin'

In sequence grasp, prepared to falter

We were born to self destruct on birth row

An hour glass is punctured yearning

This malevolent structured duplicates

But we all love to disobey on birth row

And the question remains,

Everything is spit and shined

Everything is wiped out twice to make sure

Nothing's on our mind

I was the fuse but your truth will always trust

But your truth will always trust

But the question still remains

We're nothing but a bunch of mistakes

What a sorry excuse for a human being