Best Intentions

Lower the blades ten degrees

Forty more degrees

Forty more degrees

At right angles to your mouth



Lower this ten centigrade

Ninety centigrade

Ninety centigrade

Feeds the fuel that feeds the core.



Sound-crack the barrier

Fall-from the sky

Gage-silence before the impact

Flash-blinds your eyes

Heat-melt the foundation

Burn-your shadow

Ash-felt the remains of the sum of all human existence



Caught up in a frenzy like rats crawling on there belly

Staying low to the ground to escape the hundred-million K



Reasoning technology has never soothed the taste of ease

That's running from our lips to blind us in our greedy eyes



Force us to pave the blind shroud of hell.



This machine was built from the

Metal that we scraped

After the last world war

Hunger for blood

During peace time

Advance



Blood Fist