The Masked Extruder

Sandbagged the walls to insulate sound Mercy Oh humbled men who are mercy Bound trumpeted muses amongest the fray wine drunked night a sun filled day Extrudtions of evening past Scoria pumice must you ask then as weighted we stand tall amongest the needs there beyond the brink of thought we gather than to do our part oh ye men oh nobeled souls the spirt of night must unfold the skirt whores to chore than labor to be characters of men who wishes there favor Those whores who wish to attach to you so other men might feel what they have is true Labor ye oh Extruded souls labor ye thy thinkest control