Lyrics

Marching
Marching like ants
Running
Running towards death
Try as you might you can’t
Catch your final breath

Making a killing
Scraping the fillings right out of your teeth
Raping the willing
Bend over, bite it, grab hold of your feet

Your
Life
Down the can
Bite on my hand and you’ll die where you stand

Making a killing and raping the willing
Stretch out your neck and then hand me the knife

Living
Living the dream
Waking
Waking a slave
With your own bare hands
Digging your own grave

Making a killing
Scraping the fillings right out of your teeth
Raping the willing
Bend over, bite it, grab hold of your feet

You’re
Meat
For the Queen
Life of your dreams ain’t at all what it seems

Making a killing and raping the willing
Stretch out your neck and then hand me the knife