Randy Prozac "Mechanical Mommy" (2008)

Produced By Randy Prozac

 

Generic Me

our membranes
are filled with propane
we're sucking it up
we're strapping it on
no body needs
to know about it
we're a genetic spill
we just couldn't
help it
as generic
as could be
so stupid
so selfish
flush away stains
burnt into your my brain
kiss your life down
the fucking drain
trying to convince us
that what you say
means anything
to the fucked up asshole
looking back
at you
in your bathroom mirror
a concrete block
around my head
with your roaming penis eyes
little pissing fucking drone
forcing brutal smiles
wrinkled thoughts
overtanned
one hundred
deadened thuds
for thoughts
ticking like sand
talking machine chattering
around and around
our heads
weaving into
lies

 

Fooled Again

you fool
they fooled you
again and again
and again
you let them
you loved it
you want it again
but they fooled you
again and again
because you let them
and you loved it
and you want it
again and again
you want to believe
you want to be deceived
again and again and again
you want to
you need to
you want it right now
so you can sit there
and so you can shit there
and sit there and stare
and laugh like a drone
while they feed you
and bleed you
you laugh like a drone
while they implant your phone
while snakes hate
while sharks rape
what's left
of your mind
turning you
mutating you
inhuman you
electron sucking clone
they fooled you
again and again
and you let them
and you loved it
and you want it
again
you want to
you need to
you want it
right now
plugged in
unplugged
done undone
you're so alone
you're so alone

 

Bieber Corpse

bieber
corpse
clogs up
the pipes
tried to
flush him
past two
nights
neighbors
wonder
what's that
sound?
as bieber
corpse
goes swirling
down
bieber
corpse
have no
regrets
i masturbated
with his
guts
i drilled a
hole
in biebers
head
into the
sink
his brains
are bled
bieber
corpse
just want to
fuck it
kept a
bit
inside
the bucket
bieber
corpse
stinks
up my place
cut it
off
and wear
his face
bieber
corpse
is looking
sick
made him
sucking
his own
dick

 

The New Disorder

we fit right in
like a knife
in a gash
endless
hopeless
wretching
speaking
whispering streams
of vomit
from phone
to leash
to phone
swarming
sickened
rats crawl
through tubes
lubricated
by the shit ooze
they choose
talk about themselves
casually babbling about
body implants

 

Mechanical Mommy

because he is constantly leaking
his self lies are so weak
that they cannot contain
his selfish illusions
mommy with her painted on
machine face
barely human
just diodes and metal pieces
all life dying
outside the little droids windows
but meanwhile
the little braindead
shoulda been abortions
sit smiling and drooling
together
slithering about their
bubble world
mechanical mommy
fills the droid
the half a droid
his fixed smile
is painted over his
anguished grimace
oh, but mommy filled his hole
plugged up the little
mandroid baby drone
but not for long
she hums and whirs
as she moves
as she pursuades
baby droid
towards the tv
here you go baby
suckle your neutralization
it's good
yes mommy
thank you mommy
tv blaring
bombs outside
death everywhere
the price is paid
for baby's little happyface
his disgusting
pukestain of a lifestyle
lies reeking
like rotten food wasted
bodies burning
tv glaring
bombs exploding
tentacles reaching
from the walls
babys happyface gleaming
his oblivion
eyes shining
registering only selfishness
by getting his hole filled
validated
the little shit fuck
the sickening little abortion
that he is
mechanical mommy
whirs over
stroking his hole
feeding little scraps
of garbage
into the sucking hole