i'm slowly roasting under the solar rays
been stuck in this hole for days
what virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal
don't separate my nose and face
my looks will go to waste
but pain's a way to motivate
i don't suppose they'll float away
so i'll make a new way to negotiate
turn over the page with no delay
i'm a dark soul with two hard shoulders
so don't you dare overtake
or you'll need a new coat of paint
severing extremities is a clever method
we use to lose a load of weight
your tech's like your culture: free for me to go and appropriate
those flows provoke debate
blowing up at an explosive rate
so debased i won't associate with you
i'd prefer to go on a date
with a moldy plate of roast potatoes
craving so voracious i could float in space
how the heck did i get so big?
sticking tech to my exo rig
but it's never sufficient
i'm already getting ready for the next growth
never mind the gods and their schemes
we are the cogs in their machine
the wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen
like a committed method actor
collecting tech scrap for
the aptitudes i have to yet master
you'll get your neck snapped
so it's messed up like it's glen baxter's sketchpad
that's drenched in alphabet pasta
fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc
a tragic ending's pending
when you're a drunk trying to enter traffic
shrapnel spins severed limbs
to insignificant details we see the devil in
don't start when you can't complete
or your arteries will receive no heartbeat
never mind the gods and their schemes
we are the cogs in their machine
the wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen
feel like i'm on the verge of popping off
i'm kicking you off of the kerb
never mind the gods and their schemes
we are the cogs in their machine
the wildest fighting dogs you've ever seen