Thought control ghost written confessions
Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
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Two dimensions dumb your head down
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
Noise response applause and hand claps
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With magic markers running out of their ink
Fax machine anthems, get your damn hands up
Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching
Duck don't look now company missiles
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct
Lives in white out, turn the lights out
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Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
Cliche wasted, hate taste tested
Lookin' for shelter, read just your position
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
