On the count of three everybody over dose
They're coming with forks and knives to eat us
Alive
Victims in this cannibalistic human race or
Proprietors in this dog eat dog colonization?
We s*uts have fattened and ripened in these
Castles
We rust in the milk we've been fed
With moments left
If we stick ourselves with syringes and
Scrape our lungs with dollar bills
We can forge a roof that will hold us in
And keep them out
Inevitable that the same person that
Fatted us calves would now feed on the soft
Parts of our lower backs
Rather than humble and take to our knees
To the homely we proclaim
You cannot buy love you cannot sell feelings
Have at me with your most primitive touch
Secretaries now make great lovers
As do those we had never considered
To a burning empire
The sound of cracking bones shall
Be the music that plays us out