Songtext von The Furnace

Our cities are but sewers Where rats in suits stalk their prey Paper-pushing corporate swine Crushed by their own weight It's a proper dystopian hell Another lesson learned too late And no one will live to tell Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight You cellphone-sporting corpses Choking on your cosmetics The winning team will be the most numb, the most pathetic A destructive lifestyle we celebrate A testament of the depraved Do you really want to be saved? Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Do you really want to be saved? Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight Primitive, yet refined, the furnace We disappear, take flight The furnace The furnace The furnace