I'm so pathetic on my asembley line
I got mass production going
And I'm running out of time
I got things that will make you jelous
Doped up and over developed
I'm taking the right turn
And I'm cured of all my germs
I'm stuck in survival mode
No one cares to change the cise
And my body is still pumping rage
I'm so aesthetic on my asembley line
I got garbage on the inside
Yet I'm looking fine
Its My youth incision my plastic life decisions
I'm taking the right turn
And I'm cured of all my germs
I'm stuck in survival mode
Ill be there still I'm dead and cold