You ask, I tell, searching for your wealth
Prompt in, log out, it's second nature

Violent volition for public relations
Violate the nation with viral flirtation

My place vocation is for the sub-servant
My orientation is obscured by your name

Plugged in, laid out, process of being
Proper perversion, my pessimism lurching

So pass out the culture, the thieve's like your vulture
Lock in, escapade, scorched earth, pay day

What do you want, I'll provide, sipping on a rectified
A Pringe of cheap labor, for unconventional data
So freshen up the Pastor, the cross-eyed and crossless
Want to keep it kosher, at least I'm the serpent

Give me more, more of what?
Nostalgia for the wonderlust
Pay to live in friction, exalting narrow diction

Why don't you comply it's just orientation
Prompt in, logged out, its second nature
Feel the form of fortune while I stand back and fixate
I'm fixing you up with a present hook it's the latest fixation