We've been processed, we're growing old Not long now, for limbs to fold We've been in protest, we're growing old Not long now, four limbs to fold Cold, and dead, indeed Warming the second cousin's sister's Dank waterlogged bed Spitting piss on your friends Drinking blood on the weekend Shallow Always shallow Always weak Always weak And then shallow Drinking blood Drinking eyes on their merit, amniotic fluid Drinking the hearts, flesh in ice Drinking anything We've been processed, we're growing old Not long now, for limbs to fold