Gordon Moakes - Diet lyrics

Come for lunch with our producer list Pick through this scanty attrition of talent A playlist served tasteless across the plates Of the distended bulimic sound Come into the woods with us Where social crime meets cultural crime I'd pick social crime every time I need a way to see your work reversed And our backs stand regression into childhood We jacknife youth culture back into its socket And our children retreat from the embrace Choking on the preferences you sought Your taste is a diet I can't stomach Its intention is consumption for nutrition You fit So snug, epileptic To the signals that detach me From my appetite Pop stickers plaster up your veins Return your bowl to the system/canteen Strip your pulse to an anodyne flat It's the workplace of anaemic release Straight out of schooling into your band Stands not for the anti-work ethic But for bank-endorsed careerist pathways Training mouthfuls to a subsided famine