Drowning the Colossus

What are you? I say to me
A privileged machine man in the valley of the ice house
Yeah? Joke so old that it is new
'Cause the innocent, they know their place

In this slug motion dinosaur
Skin beating, heart breathing
Eyes humming, walls splashing
Blue blood spits from the butcher boy

Just split the head and stand back
Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord, yeah
Hell on earth, a semi-trane
Expression of pre-occupation skin beating

Heart breathing, eyes splashing
Walls humming
Soul crushing, soul crushing