Code red cola war conformity crisis
Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
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Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct
Fax machine anthems, get your damn hands up
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Thought control ghost written confessions
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Look for the common not superficial
Cliche wasted, hate taste tested
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
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Breaking points on the verge of pointless
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Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Hell yes, I'm callin' you out, I'm switchin' my plates
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Bank notes burn like broken equipment
With magic markers running out of their ink

Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Hell yes, I'm turnin' it on, I'm workin' my legs
Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching

Lives in white out, turn the lights out
Noise response applause and hand claps
Makin' their dreams out of paper mache
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Lookin' for shelter, read just your position
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Hell yes, I'm cleanin' the floor, my beat is correct
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Hell yes, I'm movin' this way, I'm doin' this thing
Duck don't look now company missiles