That's the thing with these old models

They can get the rust caught in their cranks

And that's the book that teaches Sophistructure

Can almost taste their sunken pains

Crashing your van into sunlight

Bilking your plan in the face

Drive it apart with a pen knife

Think you can down it away?

Oodles and metal we thank

Not anything coming is bad

Doming the crown of your hand

Sometimes just hope is a trap

They cut our wings and then they ring 'round unto

Pull them apart right in our face

How many thumbscrews in your own apartment?

How many tortures in their place?

Sad as in something in value

No one else gives it the space

Call it a matter of anger

Like most of the things that you hate

They should do something about you

They should do something about you

They should do something about you

They should do something about you

How bold are you no?

How bold are you oh?

I know what you sow

We are

Swimming and loading your basement

Fractured and mangled and down

Textbook example debasement

More how it looks than it sounds

Oodles and metal we thank

Not anything coming is bad

Doming the crown of your hand

Sometimes just hope is a trap