Text: Helmet. Aftertaste. Harmless.

One, two, three, four

You're comfortable as the poison dance
Completely oblivious
This might come as a big surprise
But since you've been sterilized

You won't bite back
You've always been cut through much slack
And now you're primed to have a great time

Milk fed full of boldfaced lies
The canned and homogenized
Perpetuated by the myth
Impassiveness equals intelligence

But you're a star
Just like any accomplished liar
You can make it at last
Never let a good lie pass

You won't bite back
You've always been cut through much slack
And now you're primed to have a great time

But you're a star
Just like any accomplished liar
You can make it at last
Never let a good lie pass