Nightshop

Oh fuck your fucked directives
God I want a new invective 
Custom built to form
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 ever 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
Is causing 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
Oh, make it quick
Make it soon
Make it something I can do
All by myself
Cos there's a brain inside it
There's a brain deciding
That there's a brain inside the brain
There's a brain inside the brain deciding
What is after this?

Tme 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 
Said 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?