From the moment that I opened the ditch I found my purpose Over time the repetition of the act was natural. A dark part inside o' me Lead the control It wasn't me, but I was there Watch it all with a kind of cold pleasure. I said to myself: "It need to get to use to it Work with my own hands And by the touch enjoy the moment Taste... work... art". Find the definition or understand The way that comfort you better Like a craftsman giving shapes the work. Treated like animals that waits the slaughter They were not people... maybe cattle Whatever! Doesn't matter... They were nothing Or just meat pieces (or just meat pieces)!