Down on my knees hope that I'm a good citizen
Harmless and innocent and not in the way
Let me bear witness to hard labour's medicine
And though I am reticent I still have to pray
Sweat is the coin of the body inelegant
Anti-intelligent and driven by fate
All that you're worth is the love you can sell again
And within every element is the subtext of hate
All that really matters is what you produce
So ride the little line between creation and abuse
And when every penny's in your progeny's bellies
Then you may die
Everything you know about the spirit is material
Hear it in the gears of your very own burial
And when the bacteria will make you inferior
You'll be alright
Give of yourself till yourself is a revenant
Your ribcage is evident and stretching your skin
Build yourself up for the pieces to dissipate
And what you anticipate is without the within
Your blood will spill out in rivers of providence
And even more prominent are the jewels in your eyes
Your organs unravel and form and anomaly
A fabric for family, your corpse is the prize.
All that really matters is what you produce
So ride the little line between creation and abuse
And when every penny's in your progeny's bellies
Then you may die
Everything you know about the spirit is material
Hear it in the gears of your very own burial
And when the bacteria will make you inferior
You'll be alright