Looking for my place on assembly lines, 
fake prizes risin out of the bombholes, 
skeleton boys hyped up on purple
smoke rings blow from across the disco
bank notes burn like broken equipment
lookin for shelter readjust your position
thought control ghost written confessions
two dimensions dumb your head down
duck don’t look now company missiles
power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
makin their dreams out of paper mache
cliche wasted hate taste tested. 

Hell yes I’m movin this way I’m doin this thing 
(please enjoy)
hell yes I’m turnin it on
I’m workin my legs hell yes
I’m callin you out I’m switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
hell yes
I’m cleanin the floor my beat is correct.