The Killing Floor - S-TOOL

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