A friend has fallen
Into the machine
Ground into ashes
A sacrifice unseen
We have our rituals
For our individual mourning
Wringing our hands
Perpetually performing
He was not the first
Nor will he be the last
The machine will consume
And its waste will be vast
We will lament the horror
Of this terrible machine
And the lifelong war
That has become routine
Yet with every friend lost
Our tolerance dies
From the void created
A fire will arise
For every friend lost
We suffer a great tragedy
Yet for every child born
We must correct this reality
We fight this machine
Even when victory is impossible
Because for these children born
We must be responsible
And so we throw ourselves
Into this terrible machine
In hopes that finally
Our conscience be clean