Feeding the Death Machine

In time and motion, in lines and rows
 In sacred figures, to-do list grows
 Cello exclusion, in feudal choice
 In complete absence of human growth
 Feeding the death machine
 Worshipping banality
 Children of the obscene
 Tell them that it's all a game
 An unperson of fear
 We vermin of the tears
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 Castrated by events
 I'm just an architect
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 With facts and figures, in serried graves
 Accountancy's care, paperwork grows
 Playing for platforms, overheard throes
 In railed stables, professional
 Feeding the death machine
 Worshipping banality
 Children of the obscene
 Tell them that it's all a game
 An unperson of fear
 
 We vermin of the tears
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 Castrated by events
 I'm just an architect
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 Feeding the death machine
 Worshipping banality
 Spreadsheets of the obscene
 It's just a fucking game
 An unperson of fear (we are no one)
 We vermin of the tears (and we cry)
 Castrated by events (in the details, it makes sense)
 I'm just an architect (we just do as we are told)