Artificial for these strictly conscious times
Organic prothesis with a view to paying in kind

To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends

Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen
So unbeknowing in their anonimity

'Cause when you're marked for death
Ears switch off to the screams

Primal urges
Blindly cull, tear and chew

Remember - Don't scorn what God gave to you

What God gave to you

Reverting, technologically advanced
Yet bloodily we regress

Reversal - Looking forward to a pressure bolt
Through the head?

Numbness - second only to dumbness
Sure, they don't feel a thing!
Travesty

Communication block ensures no further usage

Travesty
Travesty
Travesty