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 Watching, waiting in that fashion There’s no place here for compassion Aching for that interaction Negative space, neutral passion How could you know this would happen Blood for blood in the transaction Predilection 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