Drowning the Colossus

What are you? I say to me

A privileged machine man in the valley of the ice house

Yeah? Joke so old that it is new

'Cause the innocent, they know their place

In this slug motion dinosaur

Skin beating, heart breathing

Eyes humming, walls splashing

Blue blood spits from the butcher boy

Just split the head and stand back

Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord, yeah

Hell on earth, a semi-trane

Expression of pre-occupation skin beating

Heart breathing, eyes splashing

Walls humming

Soul crushing, soul crushing