Tip top we’ll skin you alive but there’s no such thing as mechanical tragedy
Hope that our gods are wired the same
Chop shop, we’ll skin you alive but,
The metals wasted on you you will pull this generation’s way through.
With fully automated insecurities, cold hearts? Of course they’re aluminum
Kiss spit fuck
Hospital, we’ll skin you alive the medals wasted on you were precious
Till they wore them too with fully automated insecurities, cold hearts?
Of course they’re aluminum
We’re not the only ones, forget the blood on my slate
Wait for skin to fuck metal
Wa ha a ha do it for humans sake
Wa ha a ha do it for humans taste
Wa ha a ha do it for humans sake
Skin fuck metal
Regardless then only one who programmed me wasn’t bashful