Gitchy, gitchy, ooh la-la! Do run-run, you won't get far~. I’m machine, i'm obsolete in the land of the free lobotomy. I wanna suck, I wanna lick. I wanna grind, I wanna spit. Tears of pleasure, tears of pain, they trickle down your face the same.
It’s how you look, not how you feel. A city of glass with no heart.