It's Pure Garbage
The shit we think of
The words I tell you
All of them are made up
A slipped emotion
A give and take of faces
Reference (References!)
And Form (Forms!)
For your drop-ship disposition
I'll stare you down
Until I'm on higher ground
Corners on truth
I'll sell them to you
From my corner office
Where I package it all up
I'll stare you down
Until I'm on higher ground
I'll stare you down
Until I'm on higher ground