arrived the city of the humming ground
people listening to the whistling sound
beneath the red the black machines
day and night you can hear them scream
relentless sun burning the stone
from the iron gate to the fool’s cone
drying blood dyeing the dust
a vital warning that won’t last
sent here by the trisected eye
just to make sure that the motherf*** er dies
one blow till I take ya down, I'll take ya down
red vipers roaming the streets
taking you down to where the piper creeps
heading south along the lines
passing blue-collars wasting time
all systems down now for a while
there you are with your lizard’s smile
love to see your face so pale
a fair reward for your little tales
