Well Adjusted

Build the factory

To terraform the planet Mars
Build, the factory
You get rest when you're dead
Build the factory

Manipulated by visions
You see each other as demons
You know what you were shown
And slaughtered your own

You were deceived by apparition
You were fostered in isolation
Then destroyed your old self
And became something else entirely
Without shame you destroyed your old self

You can no longer feel the fear
Of hearing the screaming of lovers
They're dying
You're dying
You call this Well Adjusted

You supply your enemies
With advanced technologies
You build the weapons
That destroy all you love
You construct your own prison

Hate each other
Build the factory
Hate each other
Fear your master
Build the factory

Endlessly

Here's to disorder of the culture
You're Well Adjusted
Here's to the torture
No name a number
You're Well Adjusted
Here's to the murder of your brother
You're Well Adjusted
This doesn't matter
Nothing matters
You're Well Adjusted

Overwhelming deviation
Overwhelming exploitation
Overwhelming desperation
Overwhelming indoctrination

Build the factory

Hate each other
Build the factory
Hate each other
Fear your master
Build the factory

A disease of despair
A parasite of pestilence
The manufacturing of murders and martyrs

Hate each other
Build the factory
Hate each other
Kill your brother
Build the factory
Endlessly

You're Well Adjusted