I'm Not Going to Die a Horrible, Gruesome Death (And Other Hilarious Jokes You Can Tell Yourself)
Eating machines, breathing machines, fucking machines
Goddamn wrist-cutting machines
Asymptomatic of access system control
Killing machines, drilling machines
Radicalized online red-pilling machines
In with the new, out with the old
The heart's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest
Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth
Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down"
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
Rust, melt, trust fell, in material condition
Concrete process, cemetery abolition
So many nails in the Christ like a pincushion
Coded into the walls toward a subversive function
We shouldn't be found here
Observe with full intention your compulsions to destroy
Circulation is breaking
Hammer on the body until the body turns to noise
The heart's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest
Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth
Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down"
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's deadly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
Goddamn wrist-cutting machines
Asymptomatic of access system control
Killing machines, drilling machines
Radicalized online red-pilling machines
In with the new, out with the old
The heart's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest
Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth
Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down"
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
Rust, melt, trust fell, in material condition
Concrete process, cemetery abolition
So many nails in the Christ like a pincushion
Coded into the walls toward a subversive function
We shouldn't be found here
Observe with full intention your compulsions to destroy
Circulation is breaking
Hammer on the body until the body turns to noise
The heart's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the bone's plugged into the flesh
Plugged into the skin's plugged into your chest
Plugged into your hips, plugged into your mouth
Plugged into your voice, said "follow me down"
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's deadly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
And you've become acutely aware of what's reacting on the edge of your tongue
It's heavenly here, somewhere so real that everything else must be a dream
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Writer(s): Conner Tomlinson
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