Letra de The Crusher

A blitzkrieg of grey swarms my senses
While I sit here, doing my duty
As this belt speeds by, as this belt speeds by
Carrying the bodies of those young past
Of those young past
I can see them pulling the last bag from the boat
It seems ripped from its journey
Human dust spills everywhere, clogging my lungs
Clogging my lungs
It's hard to breathe, and this cloud speaks to me
Of memories gone cold
One more bag before the 5 o'clock bell
Just one more bag before the fucking bell
One more bag before the 5 o'clock bell
One more bag before the fucking bell, fucking bell
This cloud, it speaks to me
Of your end
These bags could be anyone
These bags could be anyone
These bags could be anyone
They could be me or they could be you
Murder from failure, crush them all
Bones to ash, life to dust
Murder from failure, crush them all
Bones to ash, life to dust
Life to dust, bones to ash
Crush them all, murder from failure
Give me the strength to sift these bones
Give me the strength to sift
To sift these bones
To sift these bones
I don't know if I can take it
This may be too much
This may be too much
Save yourself from the walls that you are hiding in
It can get so lonely
This is actual murder, can't you see the change?
Take my arm and run, who wouldn't do the same?
Give me this poor child; There, lay his legs out straight
Help me bind them tight, and place his head in this
This is actual murder, can't you see the change?
Take my arm and run, who wouldn't do the same?
Give me this poor child; There, lay his legs out straight
Just help me bind them tight, and walk, die, fight, and run
Hear this:
Let me grind him to dust
Let this world swallow us
Let me grind him to dust
Let this world swallow us
Let me grind him to dust
Let this world swallow us