The Final Burden - Processor

Get in line, one by one one after the other we are playing the robot game
I have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself where is there a place that shuns away
Those That Have not seen the light a place where there is only truth and no other is looked upon
Here it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves we throw our intellect to waste
Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth
Breathe for a second tortured beings are more likely to burn

We are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shit
Murder the faithful pillage the village and sacrifice their heads to me
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Sped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten good
Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm
Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children
Tortured beings are more likely to burn breathe for a second