I'm feeling something creeping up my spine that just needs to be said it might be something fucking up my mind things I recently ate What it is nobody really knows All I know I'm about to explode The corn was glowing the corn was green spliced genes spliced genes Vomit vomit vomit vomit I'm picking up encouragements to violence straight into my head It might be christian talk radio transmitted to my teeth Radio frequency ID's controlling my mind implanted on my neck Turns out mr. Orwell, after all was quite an optimist What they are only scientists know their only function is to control I'm a number and I'm a barcode technocracy technocracy no no no no