Entranced by Concrete Lathe

And so we gather round
For a pointless requiem
Flowers mark dreams obscured
In confused apathy

Entranced by concrete lathe
We claim our price
Our writhing husks enthroned
Worms amongst mice
Entranced by concrete lathe
We claim our price
Our writhing husks enthroned
Worms amongst mice

Bones grind amidst gears
As flesh merges with machine
Converged into human mosaic
Fragmented and obscene

Entranced by concrete lathe
Immune to pain
Our blood spills on clear paths
We feel the same
Entranced by concrete lathe (is there a point of life)
Immune to pain (when it does not exist)
Our blood spills on clear paths (gaunt shells of carrion)
We feel the same (wrung out to die)

Thus rests our void memorial
Pawns mourning that which never lived