arms full of hella shit
don't know what to do with it
dumb ass head up ass assin asses
staring at the rule book, waiting for the fascists
to confirm you adhere to the guidelines
lockstep lemmings, bookworm suicide
adherent of orthodoxy
live in box home until autopsy
bed sores from the fucking arm chair you live in
crunch the numbers with utmost precision
smooth the rough spots, edge circumcision
devout in convention and steeped in tradition
18th century footstep repetition
the tried and true, the fucking battered and bruised
deceased equestrian mount carcass abuse
for the minuscule amount you actually produce
while we do karoshi type levels
dodge death and bad deals with devils
that we don't, but those we do
get a fast pass to the fucking front of the queue
better than you, keep the learning curve steep
low barrier to entry, you just can't leap
this shit's for the true fucking freaks
there's just some shit you can't teach