The Furnace - Disfear

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