Skin robots with their etch-a-sketch thoughts
Refuse to sink in till the water’s hot
Uneasy playing to voids in a desert plot
Only study group approved from the standard crops
Can’t flop when it’s scripted, NDs not allowed
All your blood on the floor would stir a wonderful crowd
Stand-in-the-line where every-body sounds the same
All those original thoughts will be selecting your grave

They wanna trademark you
Step up, claim your ticket.
There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it.

When there’s no need for you,
Plenty, where you came from.
Pop-hype, expendable fools,
Fake it till you break it.

Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats
And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it,
Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings
Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching

I’ve got a hole for you, since diggings what you like to do
Fuck your insufferable rules, hype doesn’t run me too.

Just when you thought they were finished
They ask another penance
It's all monetary
Transactional fairy tales for all the grownups
Perpetual donuts
Then run around in circles like promotional blowups

They wanna trademark you from your tunes to your moves
Break you like a mule, ride your soul to the moon
When no need for you, they’ll move to the next room
Just expendable fools, pop hype drool is your tomb

Take it to the bank it’s just a repeat of past feats
And parodies of maladies for cash when the weak seek it,
Empty out your soul and gold for puppet shows and glass ceilings
Leave us all alone you’ve gained enough shares from troll-leeching

I’ve got a goal for you,
Since grifting’s what you like to do,
Fuck your insufferable ghouls,
Hype is the king of fools.

They wanna trademark you
Step up, claim your ticket.
There’s only one true rule: Copy, rinse, repeat it.

When there’s no need for you,
Plenty, where you came from.
Pop-hype, expendable fools,
Fake it till you break it.

Fake it till you break it.