S-TOOL - The Killing Floor

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What makes you think that life through a glory hole
On your knees in dirt is worth living, worth dying for?
Patronizing, dehumanizing
True colors are painted over with shining shit
At life’s killing floor
Thumbs point down, kick in the head
The queue’s at the door
Man falls down, skinned and grotesque
At life’s killing floor
What makes you think that the grave you’re digging
Balls deep in dirt, would be anything more than just a hole?
Excusing, exploiting
We the primates, the crown of creation
At life’s killing floor
Thumbs point down, kick in the head
The queue’s at the door
Man falls down, skinned and grotesque
At life’s killing floor