MEAT

Aren't you afraid We're getting kinda drunk on the fame? When you die, they'll flip your remains Flush you like a fish down the drain Run away from your age 'Cause getting old is a plague Put a bullet in your brain Or a syringe to your face Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me Every time I'm moving up I sell another piece of me Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me They say you gotta sell your soul I guess I'm just a piece of meat Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Sacrificial lamb for the camera Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Welcome to the land of propaganda Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me Every time I'm moving up I sell another piece of me Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me The only way I'm moving up Is just to be a piece of meat Slice every strip of skin (Ouch!) Until I'm vacant (So empty inside) And by the time they notice that I've changed (You're different) I'm just more famous (Bitch, I'm famous, uh!) And that's whether they like it or not because they'll buy it I am a product of a good sales pitch riot Can hate me and the fame monster with all of that beef And even if they claim that they won't, I know they'll eat me Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Sacrificial lamb for the camera Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Welcome to the land of propaganda Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me Every time I'm moving up I sell another piece of me Fuck this energy I'm so sick of me The only way I'm moving up Is just to be a piece of meat Welcome to the- Welcome to the- Welcome to the- Welcome to the- (Fuck this energy) (I'm so sick of me)