We are no customers
But the products here
In the end, death
Sniffs us like cocaine
Look him
In the eye
Getting high
On his own supply
Sexual attraction as
The obelisk of power
Death can't throw a party
Without it
Look her
In the eye
Getting high
On her own supply
We weren't planned
God hasn't died
Evil is us
Not a lookalike
We are just programs
That shouldn't come alive
We don't own time
We're time's slaves
A quick ride
On an endless wave
We don't own time
We're time's slaves
A quick ride
On an endless wave