I have oil rigs beneath my skin
Machines drill behind my bones
My body is my sin
By power it is owned

No man could ever comprehend
The pain of simply being,
Only my heart can be my end
Behind the skin you’re seeing

Morsels of my past and present
Tangled
In mangled
Intestine.
That’s right where you'd want to be;
Deep inside
The dark machine.

To conquer me is to fulfill your need,
And feed your shameful lust.

My ending lies in your hands,
Take advantage of my
Fruitful land.