Put the adrenaline, can't lose this patient
Spoonful of medicine, keep you complacent
Body arrested, vitals declining
The technical and spectacle, prim up my eyelids
I can't find a focus in the endless distractions
We'll be in response to the few of those in control
Start of the drills with the trefinations
And the brains splitting down their skulls!
I just get lost in communication
There's nothing left but representation
Economy arrested, vitals declining
The technical and spectacle, prim up my eyelids
History's a fiction, always being rewritten
The pen holding the hand of the spectacle
Espionage us, entertain us
And front run for the bowl!
Well, I swear I'm sure that we've been here before
(Mutually assured confusion!)
Salt your food for thought with a pinch of salt
(Mutually assured confusion!)
And the boys in pain make the panic set in
Caused a cultural mass delusion
When you factor in rights in the rope of your eye singing
Mutually assured confusion!
Just let my
Just let my
Just let my brain bleed out my skull
Just let my
Just let my
Just let my brain bleed out my skull
Just let my
Just let my
Just let my brain bleed out my skull
Just let my brain bleed out my skull
'Cause I can't take this anymore
(Just let my brain bleed out my skull!)
So go and flatline now, my foes
(Just let my brain bleed out my skull!)
This whole thing eats out my soul
(Just let my brain bleed out my skull!)
So let my brain bleed out my skull
In societies where modern conditions of production prevail
Life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles
Everything that was directly lived has receded into a representation
