What is this hell?   What have you done?      Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth   the quantities were met and indirectly led to death      In the factories   Teeming with ripe disease   and on your bended knees you took it like a man!Regret rears its despicable head   All those years of ingesting the dead   Living your life with your hands painted red      Gross remorse      In this the final hour   Now that you see what you've done   The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung   The stress of consciousness   In distress and blessing yourself with death      Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night   We use machinery to exhibit destructive might   They've only the skills adapt for taking their kill   We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will      You, the consumer now consumed...   ...and by your product your insides eaten!   Quite ironic, don't you think?      What have we done?   We've let the foolish taint the air and land!      Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth   Plastic and mass created sewer spewing humanure      In the factories   Teeming with ripe disease   and on your bended knees you took it like a man!      Gross remorse      In this the final hour   Now that we see what we've done   The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung   The stress of consciousness   Death obsessed and making a mess      Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night   We hide like cowards, with machines to magnify our sight   They've only the skills ever evolving to kill   We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will      You, the consumer now consumed...   ...and by your product you will wither away!      And I don't remember us starving to death...   ...and I can't recall suffering through it all   They've shown me some things that I'll never forget   ...and I'll remind you when you're on your death bed   This is the grave, this is regret.      LOOK AT THIS HELL!   LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!      In this the final hour   Now that you see what you've done   The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung   In the factories   Amidst the rats and fleas   and on your bended knees you took it like a man!