I see you made it out
Down the tunnel Over lips
Clawed into reality
Destroyed pelvis and the hips
Emerge screaming terror
In the starting flood
Covered head to toe
In another person’s blood
If they find you lacking something in their black book
They will leave you hanging there, twitching on a hook
Now that you’ve made it
Over to this side
Noone gives a single fuck
How you live or die
Cellular fantasy
When it’s realized
Make your breathing valuable
In the hoards eyes
If they find you lacking something in their black book
They will leave you hanging there twitching on a hook
Ain’t you got some boot straps boy?
Spread your legs if you breed
Shame if you enjoy anything
You get nothing that you need
Make more babies make more bodies
Target rich environment
Burning babies protect bodies
Oligarchs the government
Techno babies selling bodies
Glass eye craving more torment
Arm the babies making bodies
Target rich environment