Fathers, hide your daughters, we're the best game in town.
You've got to pay to play and we play to win.
I've seen you in the rear-view mirror, distorted and covered in exhaust.
I've seen you in twenty years and you won't like what you see.
It's so bright you can see your reflection, you'll belong.
Like a masterpiece in its frame, you'll belong.
"We sneak into beds and leave them wearing their perfume."
"Don't you look at me that way."
Premonitions of the end.
To talk is all you've ever had, you'll ever have.
Your obsession, no, your compulsion, oh no.
You're all following protocol.
Business as usual, "we'll make you give it up and give in."