Dyad

Perhaps you should open your eyes
A bit more than you open your mouth
I'll give the you just one last chance
I'll give you one last stinking paragraph
One last stinking verse
One last weasel phrase
One last filthy image
Just one last time for the you to fucking get it

Which is even more disgusting
You battery fucking hen
Which is raw material
What's in it for us?
Where's the goodie?
How long are we going to play this game?
How long?
How long are we going to play this fucking game?
Own up
Own up to your dirty little tricky deeds
Own up to your fucking racket
And own up to who you're running it on

Now
You feel threatened and you're a fucking criminal
You guilty fucking criminal

What about me?
What about my?
What about fuck?
What about this?
What about that?
What about you?
What about pain?
What about it?
What about the squirrel process?
What about your that body?
That living sculpture to worthless beliefs
Worthless resistance, Worthless guilt
What about disgusting worthless guilt?
What about it?

Own up
Own up to your fucking racket
Come on and prove me right
Own up
Own up to your fucking racket
What's the you a pay-off for?
What else do you want?
What the fuck do you want?
What do you really want?
What do you fucking really want?
What the fuck do you want?
How much is the rest of a life really worth?
And what the fuck will I want it for?

So just one stinking paragraph
One last stinking verse
One last weasel phrase
One last filthy image
One last fucking time for the you to get it

I'll make a beast out of that sorry shell
I'll make a beast of whatever the fuck you have left
I'll make you fucking wriggle and struggle
I'll make you fairground muscle twitch
I'll make you twist on that, baby
What wouldn't you do if I didn't?
Twist and shout on that, you fucking criminal

What about me?
What about my?
What about fuck?
What about this?
What about that?
What about you?
What about pain?
What about it?
What about the squirrel process?
What about your that body?
That living sculpture to worthless beliefs
Worthless resistance, Worthless guilt
What about disgusting worthless guilt?
What about it?

Own up
Own up
Own up to your fucking racket
Don't try and dilute me
With your fucking rackets
My life is already empty enough
My life is hollow
My life is meaningless
Meaningless enough to remind me again
What I don't want more of
On and on and on and on 'til it's self-disgust
Shouldn't my time be worth a bit more?
Just a bit more than this?
More than a lazy fucking hard-on
More than zero interest
More than some minimal thing more than zero
Come on and prove me right
Own up

Own up to your fucking racket
What's the you a pay-off for?
What else do you want?
What the fuck do you want?
How much is the rest of a life really worth?
And what the fuck will I want it for

I'll make a beast out of that sorry shell
I'll make a beast of whatever the fuck you have left
I'll make you fucking wriggle and struggle
I'll make you fairground muscle twitch
I'll make you twist on that, baby
What wouldn't you do if I didn't?
Twist and shout on that, you fucking criminal

You'll see what's left and what's honest
What's contained and what's there
You'll see nothing
As we fucking drown it down
I'll give you this
I'll give you this one last time
I'll give you this one final chance
To see who the fuck who you really are
One final chance now
To fucking
Get it