Looking for my place on assembly lines

Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes

Skeleton boys hyped up in purple

Smoke rings blow from across the disco

Make notes, burn like broken equipment

Looking for shelter via juxtaposition

Thought control, those written confessions

Two dimensions, dumb your head down

Duck, don't look now, company missiles

Power is raunchy when the cops are watching

Make your dreams out of paper mache

Clinched wasted hate taste-tested 



Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing

Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates

Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 



(Hi. Yeah, that's it

Yea, that's it

Yea, that's it

Hi) 



Stretched to the limit, attention spared

Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks

Noise response, applause and handclaps

Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow

Makin' points on the verge of pointless

Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare

Look for the common, not superficial 



Code Red Cola ? crisis

Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles

With magic markers running out of their ink

Lives and White Out, turn the lights out

Fax machine anthems; get your damned hands up 



Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing

Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs

Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates

Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct 



Yes.

Hi.

(I like your bass.

Your beat is nice.

Yeah, that's it.

Yes. Yes.) 



Hell yes now I'm moving this way