Fresh Flesh

Looks like the new recruits are moving in

They slid them out of the womb and then rolled them in human skin

If you're shackled up, chew through the limb

Hobble out the rumour king, twist in the eyes to tune 'em in

They chained us loosely to a stick in the ground and read us the rules
Slice yourself and lean on tender chunks using irrelevant tools
In back rooms they fried 'em up, in front rooms they fed 'em to fools
I burnt the place the fuck down, run and tell 'em it's cool
I slumber through a crash course in subterfuge and alchemy
And how to fling the rest of earth discreetly off a balcony

Just marvel at that gruesome, splatter rated story down from me
It helps the lesser suit if you display your hatred outwardly
I saw that gleaming pile of glistening meat you're dragging around
Stick an Odean skeleton, pull in a million pieces, packing 'em down
I guess you gotta build on suttin', I ain't hating

Consume the singularity, the future tastes amazing

Yeah, check, check
Why you rolling round the street in that stolen mound of meat
I sold 'em whole designers piece, that ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh, tearing out the excess
Yeah, check, check
Why you rolling round the street in that stolen mound of meat
I sold 'em whole designers piece, that ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh, peeling off the excess

Propelling 'em out by the thousand
Riddled with bullets, I'm polished and primed
Body softly crushed, stuffed in tiny pockets of time
I'll feed you every drug your crinkled skin can hold inside itself
Package pills and pixie dust in solid gold survival belts
Peckham or what, I caught him selling his skin
Then running down the M4 chasing strips of flesh on a string
Rockin' that same indelible grin

Facing down that dreaded life
Oblivious to every slimy sunken human cell in sight like
That crouching brown head stood but 20 yards away
That looks as if he's burgled 20 yards today
The cast of any masquerade
The master and his fuel-injected floozie
Her face was like a smudge of warts and blister western beauty
She was well and truly looking like
She stumbled through a bunch of boots
Absorbing every product, like some black hole of darkened youth

I saw them, carting the ruins around

Another couple built, another two in the ground

Yeah, check, check
Why you rolling round the street in that stolen mound of meat
I sold 'em whole designers piece, that ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh, tearing out the excess
Yeah, check, check
Why you rolling round the street in that stolen mound of meat
I sold 'em whole designers piece, that ain't fresh flesh
That ain't fresh flesh, peeling off the excess