Interpret:

Carcass

Album:

Surgical Steel

From the weeping womb to the tomb
Towering fuming smokestacks loomed
Aloft the emancipated industrial
mercantile maroon


Your heirs will be deprived this fate
A penitentiary as consumer villeins
Never to enter through
the grim rusting factory gates


Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one


Torn apart in the soul destroying...


Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one


The granulating dark satanic mills...


Subsisting shackled drudgers & drones
Disassembly line of skin & bone
Collieries not beaches
lie beneath the paving stones


When chattel black turned to white
Rigid binding chains were hidden from sight
The unborn will quench
the thirstful smouldering kiln\'s fires


Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one


Torn apart in the soul destroying...


Six, zero, two, six
Nine, six, one


Sweat & no redemption in the dark satanic mills


An existence, subservient, binded you\'ll see
\"A working class hero is something to be\"
An existence, subservient, blinded you\'ll seed
A working class hero is something to bleed