The filth of our underlings   Shall never nourish me completely      Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing   Force feed the piety that humans are bleeding   Silk purse from a sows ear is what I’m knitting   Nourishing off the fat of our rendering      Hail to our underlings   Our destinies embraced   Surrender unto abysmal weight   Hail to our underlings   Toiling away   Collapsing into a servile state      Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing   Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing   Hang nerves out to dry to dampen the feeling   Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding      Hail to our underlings   Who knows not to fight   Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light      The filth of our underlings   Shall never nourish me completely