Perfect enzyme
Expanding waste line.
Listen to swine while
I will decline and sing a rhyme.
One thing my dead dad said:
Son, you might get ahead.
Cut the bloodline
And Stretch out my spine.
Step back and let
The rest of all humanity whine.
Talking head that sees red,
Gives notes to be misread.
Machine is beast to man.
Join the no lifespan klan
And watch the ass f*ckers
Fill the world's garbage can.
Machine unlike me knows
There is no master plan.
Man means nothing.
Sell the thing.
Man means nothing.
The thing.