Inching toward redemption
there is not blood enough
to satisfy the gaping maw
of the judge, his jury, and your
executioner.

We'll have your head for your humanity/
know your place/
we're sworn to uphold the highest standards/
be ashamed/

Once we kill everything that came before us
there will be rest.
When all individuality is extinguished
there will be peace.

One day we are going to sell our souls for safety.

One day we'll forget
every song we ever
wrote.