THE PUMP Songtext
von 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
It′s not holy
It's just food for the pump
Food for the pump
The pump, the pump


Bring down your might
On me
When you take me out
Seize me in the thrill of your strike

One word of counsel only I may give
We rise by kneeling
We conquer by surrendering
We gain by giving up
Go forth
And conquer

Bring down your might
On me
When you take me out
Seize me in the thrill of your strike
Your strike
Your strike
Your strike