In the Penal Colony
Bound and stripped down
Torn away from my life
Tossed and set aside
Wish that I could just die
You are already dead
Into the maw you will be fed
In the teeth of the machine
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen
You are running, running away from yourself
You are running, running away from yourself
You are running, running away from yourself
You are running, running away from yourself
You are running away from your own death
You are being hunted down and found
I am being torn apart and I
I am being broken down and I
You are
Running
From
What you
Cannot stop
Observer is observed
Hunter is hunted
Hunter is hunted
Hunter is hunted
Hunter is hunted