This Is Fucking Ecstasy

I'm sprinting yet I stride

My satchel filled with files

The secrets of the tribe

The cameras follow me for miles



Born a slave in 1984,

I discovered that my life is just a record they performed

A maze where I was placed

Tell me what you think of this one

Tell me what you think of this one



'Cause now I've sold you out

(erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now that there's no doubt

(My feet find the freeway, I run)

Now I've called you out

(erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now I've sold you out



They strapped me to the roof

and they cut right through me

Digging through my wounds

I watched them hopelessly and choke

"Where are my pills, where is my former lover?"

I've been betrayed by everyone I know, don't blow my feeble cover



So tell me what you think of this one

Tell me what you think of this gun



Now I've sold you out

(erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now that there's no doubt

(My feet find the freeway, I run)

Now I've called you out

(erase me, erase me I'm done)

Now I've sold you out



'Cause the truth is this:

I finally know what they conceived so long ago

A baby rat for them to test,

The poison's on a rubber breast

For me to learn; dependence on the shackles here

But now they're gone

In place I live in hyper speed

I shall not live; I shall not breathe again



This is fucking ecstasy

This is fucking leprosy

It's like they're fucking testing me

This is fucking ecstasy



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