THE PUMP - Obsidian Kingdom

Relentlessly

We feed

The pump

And it keeps grinding on and on

All our lives

All our pain

Let me tell you something dark

To exorcise your gods:

Your body is not a temple

Is not holy

It’s just food for the pump

Food for the pump

Bring down your might

On me

When you take me out

Seize me in the thrill of your strike