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