From dust to dust we live
Making feelings
I see the future in the fog
Destruction, abomination

Reviving from chaos my soul lives
Among the wreckage I claim
Help me live in the spirit
God, I need to live in the spirit

Machines don’t have souls
My spirit needs the breeze
Breeze that comes from the altar
Breeze that crushes the serpent

Man create machines
War machines
Death machines
War machines