It’s not a job, it’s a service
And I get paid in satisfaction
It’s not desire, it’s purpose
Feeding off the chain reaction
I take your calls in the bathroom
So that no one can hear
And wash your blood down the sink
Cause we don’t keep souvenirs

Don’t say you can take it
Don’t think I won’t break it
Don’t try to hide your shaking
Don’t you know I know you’re faking

Here it goes
Aspiration holds
Obturate, unfold
Inclination codes
Here it goes

Don’t look so scared
(This is a gift)
Don’t look so bereft
(That’s what you said)

Here it goes

Watching, waiting in that fashion
There’s no place here for compassion
Aching for that interaction
Negative space, neutral passion
How could you know this would happen
Blood for blood in the transaction
Predilection for abstraction
Blood blood blood blood blood extraction
Bought tickets for the attraction
Tallying up your infractions
Drip a drop here it’s your ration
Expiration, final caption

Here it goes