Lyrics:

Do not befriend your food
You're a monster and you need them for fuel
Accident and error burn the future
It's 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 to 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, lady, boy
I'm 100% X
I want to be the robot you can thrust
Tomorrow is burning fueled by my rotten past
Yes, I know who you are, but I just don't care
I was young, naïve, 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
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
Hunter, gatherer, button pusher
Hunter, gatherer, button pusher
Hunter, gatherer
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
You want pain, fame, suck 'em dry
Popular opinion is just cosmetic
Happy as a pig in squalor formaldehyde
Everyone demands the satanic aesthetic

Click click click