[Verse 1]

Why can correctness bring

Rigors of cocky bliss?

Shockless pursuits when cleaved

Flounce in a vacuum tube

[Chorus]

Bent on a ruse

Hung up on craft

Mimic at speed

Vacuum ensues

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]

Horse shit becomes just so

Arranged in a fleur-de-lis

Fragrance is in the eye

In the beholder's nose ring

[Chorus]

Bent on a ruse

Hung up on craft

Mimic at speed

Vacuum ensues

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]

Brought up to writhe and crap

Out on a scaled-down stage

Sway under muse of self

Pelted by rotting thought

[Chorus]

Bent on a ruse

Hung up on craft

Mimic at speed

Vacuum ensues