It′s not a job, it's a service

And I get paid in satisfaction

It′s not desire, it's purposeFeeding off the chain reaction

I take your calls in the bathroom

So that no one can hear

And wash your blood down the sink

'Cause we don′t keep souvenirs

Don′t say you can take it

Don't think I won′t break it

Don't try to hide your shaking

Don′t you know I know you're faking?

Here it goes

Aspiration holds

Obturate, unfold

Inclination codes

Here it goes

Don′t look so scared

(This is a gift)

Don't look so bereft

(That's what you said)

Here it goes

Here it goes

Watching, waiting in that fashion

There′s no place here for compassion

Aching for that interaction

Negative spacе, neutral passion

How could you know this would happen?

Blood for blood in the transaction

Prеdilection for abstraction

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood extraction

Bought tickets for the attraction

Tallying up your infractions

Drip a drop, here, it′s your ration

Expiration, final caption

Here it goes