It's not a job, it's a service And I get paid in satisfaction It's not desire, it's purpose Feeding 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