Fuck your fucked directives

God, I want a new invective

Custom built to form-fit you

Say it to your face

If I get to choose

I'll take something real

The fight to feel

While your next meal is calling

Loosely trademarked as the best fucking thing

You've had inside your mouth

All comet-cleaned and scrubbed down

Landscaping for a ghost town

While that deficient platform for your head

Causing you to mistake yourself for dead and all that you would issue

Is Capital's incontinence casing you embarassment?

The wet spot on the carpet that you leave

As the reminder that you need

Of all that it did to you

Adjusting your reception

A welcome self-correction

Make it quick, make it soon

Make it something I can do all by myself

'Cause there's a brain inside it

There's a brain inside the brain deciding

Time to make or break

Find me somewhere else

Time to make or break

How about it?

I've got no patience

No way stationed

Hanging at the nightshop eating shit

Who works for who?

Every asshole says

Side-saluting emptiness instead

But, if I get to choose

I'll take something real

Who works for who?

Who you working for?

Who works for who?

Who you working for?