[ Featuring Pretzels ]
Inspired, yet no quarter, now everyone's a muse
Cuckholded by a focus of frame
Singles season, spayed and neutered, mundane, mumbled foul
If you want my money, you'll have to bare it all
A bastard with all hope, a failure, a joke
Every thing's a camera, hung for fifteen minutes of fame
Music is holy, f*ck it and f*ck you
Music is holy, it f*cks me and f*cks you
If you make a sound, will no one care
In its place, a single hair
We confide without control
Through algorithms and odds, we'll never grow old
Is the music that was keeping you alive yesterday
Suddenly the music that is killing you today
Do they deserve what you could do
They'll think it's good if it's not you
From the body and not the mind
Don't be afraid to let it die
It could disappear tonight and never leave a trace
But it's contempt won't let it die
Produce content that will never see the light of day
An ass for an ass, an eye for an eye
