Nightshop

Fuck your fucked directives
God, I want a new invective
Custom built to form-fit you
Say it to your face

If I get to choose
I'll take something real
The fight to feel

While your next meal is calling
Loosely trademarked as the best fucking thing
You've had inside your mouth
All comet-cleaned and scrubbed down
Landscaping for a ghost town

While that deficient platform for your head
Causing you to mistake yourself for dead and all that you would issue
Is Capital's incontinence casing you embarrassment?
The wet spot on the carpet that you leave
As the reminder that you need

Of all that it did to you
Adjusting your reception
A welcome self-correction
Make it quick, make it soon
Make it something I can do all by myself

'Cause there's a brain inside it
There's a brain inside the brain deciding
Time to make or break
Find me somewhere else
Time to make or break
How about it?

I've got no patience
No way stationed
Hanging at the nightshop eating shit

Who works for who?
Every asshole says
Side-saluting emptiness instead

But, if I get to choose
I'll take something real

Who works for who?
Who you working for?
Who works for who?
Who you working for?