Used to It - Killing Time

Forced to leave this shelter for an anxious sky

As I decide to orchestrate this suicide

All on my lone-some may doubt my sincerity

I’m swept with unmotion

Take me back to the factory

Cuz I’ve come a long way to hear

You don’t belong here either

A bad machine doesn’t play well with others

Runs with it’s scissors

A bad machine is a little dissi-distant

And apparently, talks when it should listen

I’ve demanded letters of retraction

For false accounts of my reactions

I’m not as paranoid or crazy

As the ones who try to play me

Spend it if you got it brother, you need more

Keep production humming.

keep the money coming

Spend it if you got it sister, you need more

Procreate, consume

Forced to leave this shelter for an anxious sky

On the outside where their orchestrating suicides

All on my lone-some may lack my sincerity

I’m swept with unmotion

And they’ve closed down the factory