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