Paroles de The Granulating Dark Satanic Mills

From the weeping womb to the tomb Towering fuming smokestacks loomed Aloft the emancipated industrial mercantile maroon Your heirs will be deprived this fate A penitentiary as consumer villeins Never to enter through the grim rusting factory gates Six, zero, two, six Nine, six, one Torn apart in the soul destroying Six, zero, two, six Nine, six, one The granulating dark satanic mills Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones Disassembly line of skin & bone Collieries not beaches lie beneath the paving stones When chattel black turned to white Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight The unborn will quench the thirstful smouldering kiln's fires Six, zero, two, six Nine, six, one Torn apart in the soul destroying Six, zero, two, six Nine, six, one Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills An existence, subservient, binded you'll see A working class hero is something to be An existence, subservient, blinded you'll seed A working class hero is something to bleed