Tip top we'll skin you alive
But there's no such thing as mechanical tragedy
Hope that our gods are wired the same
Chop shop, we'll skin you alive but
The metals wasted on you
You will pull this generation's way through
With fully automated insecurities
Cold hearts
Of course they're aluminum
Kiss spit fuck
Hospital, we'll skin you alive
The medals wasted on you were precious
Till they wore them too
With fully automated insecurities, cold hearts
Of course they're aluminum
We're not the only ones, forget the blood on my slate
Wait for skin to fuck metal
Wa ha a ha do it for humans sake
Wa ha a ha do it for humans taste
Wa ha a ha do it for humans sake
Skin fuck metal
Regardless then only one who programmed me wasn't bashful