[Part I: Conveyer]

[Verse 1]
All aboard the bulletin board, the machine (The machine)
I animorph into an organ, a spleen
Private school boy in uniform assembly
I will assume form, join the workforce, colony

[Chorus]
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you

[Non-lyrical Break]

[Verse 2]
The fire ants die for a chance at the queen (At the queen)
Carpenter bee dies when he finally leaves a sting, yeah
To be in vein running through your vain body
And I will step on a belt, put my life on a shelf, one of many

[Chorus]
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you
Conveyor for you
[Non-lyrical Break]

[Part II: boxes]

[Spoken Word]
We have no place that we can claim without contеntion
We are constructing a whole nеw edifice of boxes to put people in
To protect a space inside which you can exist, and exist, and exist
Very concerned about giving names, giving names, giving names, giving names
Dissatisfaction seems like the natural byproduct of identification
I truly believe that people who define you, control you