Sick Machine
Sianvar Lyrics

Far from home, all dismembered and leaving with their limbs on wrong!
People are far away from their homes and have been mutilated, with their limbs attached in the wrong places.

Shrapnel spraying. (×4)
Pieces of metal are flying everywhere, injuring people.

Camouflage: unappealing with 3 days worth of rotting in.
The camouflage worn by soldiers is not attractive, and they have been wearing it for so long that it's now rotted.

Malnutrition, fecal cause, laceration trophy scars!
People are suffering from malnutrition, as well as lacerations and scars that are being treated as trophies.

Let it be, let it be.
Leave things as they are and don't interfere.

Running to the stations. Carnage destination. Carry out the consequences.
People are running towards a place of destruction where they will face the consequences.

Let it be, let it.
Once again, leave things as they are and don't interfere.

Weapon calibration, monk self immolation, pouring on their own death sentence.
People are adjusting their weapons, and monks have set themselves on fire, essentially committing suicide.

This land is a ghost, how did it scare? No one was spared.
The land is barren and devoid of life, and everyone has been affected.

All bodies in rows. Why were you there? Why were you there?!
Dead bodies are lined up, and the artist is questioning why people were even there in the first place.

Futures looking bleak, pass the torch.
The future looks grim, so it's time to hand over responsibilities to someone else.

Earth goes up in flames, keep it scorched.
The earth is being destroyed, so the artist suggests that it's better to keep it scorched.

Tally up body counts, why were you there?
Count up the dead bodies, and question why people were there to begin with.

Sick machine, chivalry, hurry up.
A corrupt system is being maintained through outdated beliefs of chivalry that need to be changed quickly.

Aesthetic rethinking, hurry up.
It's time to rethink the way things look and change them quickly.

Power keeps it in the family.
Power is kept within a certain group of people, making it difficult for others to gain influence or control.

We're the lost. They're chosen sons!
The artist and their group are lost and forgotten, while another group has been chosen and has more power and success.

History will you redeem us?!
The singer is questioning whether or not history will recognize and redeem their group for their struggles and hardships.

We've succumbed to parasites!
The singer's group has been taken over by unwanted and harmful influences.

We're carried under parasites!!
The artist's group is being controlled and damaged by these harmful influences.