[Verse 1] The hopper swallowed the morning shift whole with teeth inside the grate, and watched your name-tag curl into a pool of smoking yellow grease. The pneumatic piston dropped down hard to grant a final cold release, while lanolin and liquid resins turned the concrete floor sick-sweet. [Pre-Chorus] Klik, Klik, Klik. Tsssk, Tsssk, Tsssk— Liquefy. Vulcanize. The blood turns cold. Klik, Klik, Klik. Tsssk, Tsssk, Tsssk— Liquefy. Vulcanize. Fuse the mold. [Chorus] Purge organic! Seal the seam! Extrude the body! Print the machine! / Purge organic! Seal the seam! Extrude the body! Print the machine! They purge the last organic from the lining of the tank, and seal every seam where the soft parts screamed. Your body pulls thin through pressure and steel, till nothing comes out that answers to a name. [Verse 2] The thumbprint irons smooth and flat beneath the hydraulic weight, while hair dissolves without a sound inside the boiling vat. A five-inch nail drives deep beneath the hardening skin, right at the coordinates where polymer and bone begin. The cooling nozzles kiss the shrinking shape, and the belt keeps moving before you are done. [Bridge] Plip. Plok. The laser traces out a perfectly straight seam. Plip. Plok. The skin sets smooth into synthetic plate. There is no waste. There is no human residue, The synchronization is absolute. [Final Chorus) Purge organic! Seal the seam! Extrude the body! Print the machine! / Purge organic! Seal the seam! Extrude the body! Print the machine! They purge the last organic from the lining of the tank, and seal every seam where the soft parts screamed. Your body pulls thin through pressure and steel, till nothing comes out that answers to a name. [Outro] Tsssk, Tsssk, Tsssk— The conveyor moves the finished panels down the line. Klik, Klik. Klik, Klik. The mold is set... [STOP]
