Regret & the Grave

Lyrics

What is this hell? What have you done? Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth The quantities were met and indirectly led to death In the factories Teeming with ripe disease And on your bended knees you took it like a man Regret rears its despicable head All those years of ingesting the dead Living your life with your hands painted red Gross remorse In this the final hour Now that you see what you've done The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung The stress of consciousness In distress and blessing yourself with death Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night We use machinery to exhibit destructive might They've only the skills adapt for taking their kill We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will You, the consumer now consumed And by your product your insides eaten Quite ironic, don't you think? What have we done? We've let the foolish taint the air and land Of all the things we've learned from ripping off this earth Plastic and mass created sewer spewing humanure In the factories Teeming with ripe disease And on your bended knees you took it like a man Gross remorse In this the final hour Now that we see what we've done The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung The stress of consciousness Death obsessed and making a mess Wolves use their cunning and stalk in the night We hide like cowards, with machines to magnify our sight They've only the skills ever evolving to kill We hide behind the steel and are slaves to our will You, the consumer now consumed And by your product you will wither away And I don't remember us starving to death And I can't recall suffering through it all They've shown me some things that I'll never forget And I'll remind you when you're on your death bed This is the grave, this is regret (This is the grave, this is regret) This is the grave, this is regret Look at this hell Look what you've done In this the final hour Now that you see what you've done The cancelled check of life and its bitter taste of dung In the factories Amidst the rats and fleas And on your bended knees you took it like a man