Felled tower of meaning of modern living
Chopped, hauled, and sent to you in a box of shit
Eat dust and thank heaven for modern living
Call hell and say you're ready to improve your life
Skinbag quietly dripping hard-won goo
Chem-burned, dry rot
Save the meat but scorch the rind
Locked within the shining, spinning cube
With one eye on the outside
Torch the soul for all your meat's sake
A visitor from another world
Came to me in a dream
It spoke with its eyes and f*cked with its gut