Asphalt head rush Let's take a turn for the worst Redundancy separates you from me Don't look to me for reassurance Scattered in the garden with two I never knew It's a boring place A place I don't understand In the guillotine it's thrilling One quick thrust and I'm bleeding your trust In the receptacle for the heads Holding hands with Angus in the faceless crush In the receptacle for human offenders The severed generation drops to their knees Tangled in the faceless crush In the garden and execution takes place It's a boring place I think I understand Digging behind the retina I see grey skies Behind the retina your blood can't lie to me The cultural rape repeated As the severed generation drops to their knees Who's getting off Who's getting off Who's getting off Not me