Disassembly Line

My discontent

Take them all to the darkened courtyard

Chopped them into chunks

Bag them up and count them

Wait until the flesh is contained

Feeding your loved once

Is a human right

People fear infection

Don't forget to tag the last one

Apply pressure (its) better to end your life

Prepare suppertime

Conditions dormant

We never seem to dine

The best's gone off

It's angelic, it is

Could we be the dead?

I see one thing that's missing

It's just like Hersey, Hersey

Why comply, a sick campaign

Millions of men

It's just like Hersey, Hersey

Imprisoned pride

Treated like animals, sever the link of the land

The spirit suffers

Taking an external rest in turn

I've seen the wall

What could have been?

Am I dead or alive?

Mistaken Chores

Surely denounced

They were grilled while alive

I see feeble, feeble souls

Feelings (have) stopped now, your savior's gone

Imprisoned pride

Treated like animals, sever the link of the land

The spirit suffers

Taking an external rest in turn

I've seen the wall

What could have been?

Am I dead or alive?

Mistaken Chores

Surely denounced

They were grilled while alive