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
