We can insist on havoc
Bring me the tools
Pleasure our insides
You said, leave me for dead
How can you love
Program the head?

We get so fed up with it
Nuts and bolts for granted
Run, I can do it
As your bodies fall apart

Robotic love
I'm programmed to rust
AIDS robot
Is grinding iron bolts

Robot hunks have one agenda
They wanna play with my placenta
Are we now deserving
When our cyborg parts are burning?
I know we're just diseased appliances
Where will you live?
What will you die for?
Sex is killing me

Baby, I know
Wrong time, wrong place, wrong fucking race
Just because we don't feel flesh
Doesn't mean we don't fear death

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Alice Glass, Ethan Kath