Clock is ticking, shadows licking, standing in the rain
Four hours for a crust, yeah, they feeding on the grain
Burnt image on the dough, sell your soul for the show
Empty vessels in a row, watch the madness start to grow
Toast.
Logo.
Burn the mark, feed the dark.
Dead eyes in the park.
Peaked at the bottom.
God is a toaster.
Eat the ash.
Don't look back.
Just ash.
