Lyrics:

Do not befriend your food
You’re a monster, and need them for fuel
Accident and error burn the future
Its either my genius at leading or your genius at following
This city is bad in bed
And I can’t live in a town that won’t bang me death
I’m in an abusive relationship with me
I’m not my close friend…more like a closer enemy

You want pain, fame, suck ’em dry
Popular opinion is just cosmetic
Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde
Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic

Who said you can only choose once?
I’m not man, woman, ladyboy, I’m 100% “X”
I want to be the robot you thrust
Tomorrow is burning…fueled by my rotten past
Yes I know who you are but I just don’t care
I was young naive and poisonous
Now I’m experienced determined malicious
Now talk or scream I’m gonna love this!

Too bad tin man, you crushed the flower
This is not infinity, this is suburbia

You want pain, fame, suck ’em dry
Popular opinion is just cosmetic
Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde
Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic

Hunter, gatherer, button pusher
Click click click

You want pain, fame, suck ’em dry
Popular opinion is just cosmetic
Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde
Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic