What are you? I say to me
A privileged machine man
In the valley of the ice house

Yeah? (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, joke so old that it is new
'Cause the innocent, they know their place
In this slug motion dinosaur

Skin beating, heart breathing
Eyes humming, walls splashing

Blue blood spits from the butcher boy
Just split the head and stand back
Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord, yeah
Hell on earth, a semi-trane
Expression of pre-occupation

Skin beating
Heart breathing, eyes splashing
Walls humming
Soul crushing, soul crushing