Drosera - In the Penal Colony

Bound and stripped down
Torn away from my life
Tossed and set aside
Wish I could just die

You are already dead
Into the maw you will be fed
In the teeth of the machine
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen

You are running, running away from yourself

You are running away from your own death
You are being hunted down and found
I am being torn apart and I
I am being broken down and I

You are
Running
From
What you
Cannot stop

Observer is observed
Hunter is hunted