It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in … the current.. awaits
A river of mire a path to death
Follower, dutifully at the heels of the next
Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb
An industrial farm that was our earth
Poisons our bodies, poisons the dirt
To blister in waste, leftover by man
Wilfully blinded to a well-crafted plan
He brings on the end, to welcome the fire
we beg for the rope as the flames climb higher
Under the heel, under the sun, under the knife, under the thumb

It returns again, the wheel grinds on
Turning the trenches of a new dark dawn
Filled with the blood of wasted faith
You wade in … the current.. awaits
The greedy come first and
the last will starve
In a world where humans are just moving parts
Reaper drones overhead,
In the killing fields of history’s dead
Year of the pig
Year of the plague
Year of the spectacle
Year of the cage
Mass psychology weaponized
by the "best" minds of our time
A new feudalism…in our world condemned to die

Nothing holds nothing grows
Nothing happens, history kills
Under the heel, under the sun,
under the knife, under the thumb
Someone to blame, as end draws near
Someone to hate, someone to fear
State of the art, a new disease
The modern day world will set you free