I’m Going To Kill Henry Ford

The aggravator switch is poised to the point of zero
The agitator pushes us to the point of zero
Loops, sounds, all saturate to the point of failure
Disparate days mean desperate measures

The intravenous sedative wreaks havoc
Today's heroes are tomorrow's parodies
I never knew it would get this far
Today's heroes are tomorrow's tragedies

Why are you suckling?
To bleed for the man, the king
Production line is buffering
Behold, the mask of eternal sin